Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
IDK
Vocals
Jucee Froot
Vocals
Saucy Santana
Vocals
Ink
Additional Vocals
Caleb Buchanan
Bass Guitar
Blue Rondo
Keyboards
Atia Boggs
Additional Vocals
Khia
Sampled Artist
Smokey Robinson
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alex Christian Jean Petit
Songwriter
Atia Boggs
Songwriter
Edward Meriwether
Songwriter
Jason Mills
Songwriter
Khia Chambers
Songwriter
Michael Williams
Songwriter
Rashad Spain
Songwriter
Rose Ella Jones
Songwriter
Terrica Alexander
Songwriter
William Robinson
Songwriter
IDK
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
IDK
Producer
Calvin Valentine
Additional Producer
Eden Eliah Nagar
Recording Engineer
Nic Wheeler
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Calin Enache
Mixing Engineer
CashMoneyAp
Producer
Wil Anspach
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
Break of dawn, break of dawn
Baby, you can be my rider bitch
All you ladies pop yo' pussy like this
Shake your body, don't stop, don't miss (Break of dawn, break of dawn)
All you ladies pop yo' pussy like this
Shake your body, don't stop, don't miss (Break of dawn)
Uh-huh, yeah
You know me, I don't need no introduction in this
I know niggas up north that be pumping the bricks (Break of dawn)
I know niggas down south that be dumping the clips
I know niggas on the east that's never loving a bitch (Break of dawn)
And she ain't loving them niggas, make five, six figures
Back it up, don't stop, like I can hold that liquor (Break of dawn)
Back it up, don't stop, like I can hold that too
Two million dollar home, we can go back to (Break of dawn, break of dawn)
Couple thousand on the watch, that's a throwback, boo
Hundred fifty on the whip, like, "Oh, that's cute"
She said she like the stick hard, I gave the ho bamboo (Break of dawn, break of dawn)
She said she like the good beef, I gave the ho wagyu (Ooh)
She gon' get freaky if the bread right
And if the head right, I'll be there every night
And if the pussy good, I'll be there everyday
Face down, ass up, roll play, anime
And that pussy so swole (All you ladies pop yo' pussy like this)
Shake that ass to the floor (Shake your body, don't stop, don't miss, Break of dawn, break of dawn)
Baby, I'm a little hit (All you ladies pop yo' pussy like this)
'Cause I love a nigga that's rich
Pop it like this, if you a bad ass bitch (All you ladies pop yo' pussy like this)
I be the best you ever had (Shake your body, don't stop, don't miss, Break of dawn, break of dawn)
Make a nigga want it bad
(Santana)
Bad bitch, white toes, that's the energy (Ow)
Started getting money, bitches turned enemy (Tuh)
Being broke ain't a win to me (Bye)
Can't fuck no nigga with no broke dick energy
Now he pushing my buttons, he thinking 'bout sex
But all my time gon' cost you a check
This highway curves gon' 'cause you a wreck
These are size forty-twos, on top of yo' neck
I just want the face first, eat it 'til your face hurt
Pussy for dessert, ass clapping like a church
Running up a check, so my feelings don't work (Feelings don't work)
Applying major pressure and you gon' need a Perc' (Perc')
I'II get freaky if the bread right (Ow)
And if the head right, I'll be there every night
If the dick good, I'll be there every day
Face down, ass up, roll play, anime
And that pussy so swole (All you ladies pop yo' pussy like this)
Shake that ass to the floor (Shake your body, don't stop, don't miss, Break of dawn, break of dawn)
Baby, I'm a little hit (All you ladies pop yo' pussy like this)
'Cause I love a nigga that's rich
Pop it like this, if you a bad ass bitch (All you ladies pop yo' pussy like this)
I be the best you ever had (Shake your body, don't stop, don't miss, Break of dawn, break of dawn)
Make a nigga want it bad
I'm a boss ass bitch, might walk ya bitch
I ain't dropping off shit, Icebox my wrist
I'ma put it on his face, make him talk to it
I'ma spray him like some mace, nigga, better not squint
Raw bitch, but, nah, I can't be your baby momma
I'ma ride it like a llama if your dick have some commas
Told him, "Play with the P like he play with the numbers"
Submarine in my stream, ooh, the way he go under
Girl, don't be scared, gon' pop yo' cat
Fuck all that, gon' pop ur cat
If he got them ends, girls, bend yo' back
Gotta babysit his kids if he on a private jet
Too good, I'm no good, toxic
For the streets, I'm in yo' hood, drop it
I cream, he got cheese, cottage
And when I leave, won't hear from me, he on the blocklist
Bend yo' back
Bend yo' back
Writer(s): Khia Shamone Chambers, William Robinson, Edward Meriwether, Jason Mills, Alex Christian Jean Petit, Michael Williams, Atia Boggs, Terrica Shanice Alexander, Rashad Jamily Spain, Rose Ella Jones
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