Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
IDK
IDK
Vocals
Jucee Froot
Jucee Froot
Vocals
Saucy Santana
Saucy Santana
Vocals
Ink
Ink
Additional Vocals
Caleb Buchanan
Caleb Buchanan
Bass Guitar
Blue Rondo
Blue Rondo
Keyboards
Atia Boggs
Atia Boggs
Additional Vocals
Khia
Khia
Sampled Artist
Smokey Robinson
Smokey Robinson
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alex Christian Jean Petit
Alex Christian Jean Petit
Songwriter
Atia Boggs
Atia Boggs
Songwriter
Edward Meriwether
Edward Meriwether
Songwriter
Jason Mills
Jason Mills
Songwriter
Khia Chambers
Khia Chambers
Songwriter
Michael Williams
Michael Williams
Songwriter
Rashad Spain
Rashad Spain
Songwriter
Rose Ella Jones
Rose Ella Jones
Songwriter
Terrica Alexander
Terrica Alexander
Songwriter
William Robinson
William Robinson
Songwriter
IDK
IDK
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
IDK
IDK
Producer
Calvin Valentine
Calvin Valentine
Additional Producer
Eden Eliah Nagar
Eden Eliah Nagar
Recording Engineer
Nic Wheeler
Nic Wheeler
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Calin Enache
Calin Enache
Mixing Engineer
CashMoneyAp
CashMoneyAp
Producer
Wil Anspach
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 Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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