Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kid Ink
Kid Ink
Performer
Ty Dolla $ign
Ty Dolla $ign
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brian Todd Collins
Brian Todd Collins
Composer
Jordan Holt
Jordan Holt
Composer
Floyd Bentley
Floyd Bentley
Composer
Christopher Dotson
Christopher Dotson
Composer
Christian Ward
Christian Ward
Composer
Melvin Moore
Melvin Moore
Composer
Joshua White
Joshua White
Composer
Tyrone Griffin Jr
Tyrone Griffin Jr
Composer
Nija Charles
Nija Charles
Songwriter
Tim Kelley
Tim Kelley
Composer
Ronald LaPread
Ronald LaPread
Composer
Lionel Richie
Lionel Richie
Composer
Bob Robison
Bob Robison
Composer
Tamia Washington
Tamia Washington
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jordan Holt
Jordan Holt
Producer
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
David Nakaji
David Nakaji
Assistant Engineer
Ivan Jimenez
Ivan Jimenez
Assistant Engineer

Lyrics

Let's go, woo I've been tryna get over you Hitmaker Baby, uh huh Dolla $ign, yeah, yeah Baby, you already know what I'm tryna do Oh yeah Mustard on the beat, ho Hot box, drop top the 'rari Hop out, night life, I'm sorry (Skrrt) Red Bull, mix that Bacardi You know we likes to party Na, na, na, na, wheels up on the jet La, la, la, la roll up after sex I'm just here to find you round the way I'm just here to find, oh yeah I really like, what you, done to me (like) I can't, really explain it, I still fuck with you I really like, what you, done to me (like) I can't, really explain it, I still fuck with you Oh yeah, down to the core, yeah Couldn't tell you better than I show ya Been tryin' so hard to ignore the Way you make that clap, Nola, Nola See you curve in a stack in your frame, girl Dip swerve, then I'm back in your lane, girl Keep that ass up all night, restless I just finger roll and finesse it Straight up, no time for the extras Know you been through it but fuck all your exes, aw yeah The way you been lookin' so sexy I might just let you take some pics in my necklace, aw yeah I really like, what you, done to me (like) (what you) I can't, really explain it, I still fuck with you (I can't, no, no, no) I really like, what you, done to me (like) (what you) I can't, really explain it, I still fuck with you Yeah, yeah (You Ooh) Yeah, yeah (You Ooh) Yeah, yeah (You Ooh) I still fuck with you (with you) Please believe me (believe me) I ain't talkin' Vegas When I say I'll take you to the Venetian Gettin' high, red eye on the PJ Touch down, top floor in the PH I know you hear us loud on the PA What I'm on, give her game like EA Ease up, baby, give me a little leeway But make sure you keep it in motion Wake up and know we get straight to memosas, aw yeah Be on the first thing smokin' Or you, if you down, drop the roof, see me coastin', aw yeah I really like, what you, done to me (like) (what you) I can't, really explain it, I still fuck with you (I can't, no, no, no) I really like, what you, done to me (like) (what you) I can't, really explain it, I still fuck with you Yeah, yeah (You Ooh) Yeah, yeah (You Ooh) Yeah, yeah (You Ooh) I still fuck with you (with you)
Writer(s): Christian Ward, Bob Robinson, Tim Kelley, Tamia Washington, Ronald C. Sr. La Pread, Lionel B. Jr. Richie, Floyd Eugene Bentley, Tyrone William Griffin, Melvin Ray Moore, Christopher Chrishan Dotson, Brian Todd Collins, Jordan Holt, Nija Aisha Alayja Charles, Joshua A. White Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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