Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Wiz Khalifa
Wiz Khalifa
Vocals
Ty Dolla $ign
Ty Dolla $ign
Vocals
Zapp & Roger
Zapp & Roger
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Austin Owens
Austin Owens
Songwriter
Cameron Thomaz
Cameron Thomaz
Songwriter
Chirstan Ward
Chirstan Ward
Songwriter
Dimitri Anthony McDowell
Dimitri Anthony McDowell
Songwriter
Floyd Bentley III
Floyd Bentley III
Songwriter
James Foye III
James Foye III
Songwriter
Larry Troutman
Larry Troutman
Songwriter
Lerron Carson
Lerron Carson
Songwriter
Melvin Ray Moore
Melvin Ray Moore
Songwriter
Roger Troutman
Roger Troutman
Songwriter
Shirley Murdock
Shirley Murdock
Songwriter
Tyrone Griffin Jr
Tyrone Griffin Jr
Songwriter
Paul Cabbin
Paul Cabbin
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Michelle Mancini
Michelle Mancini
Mastering Engineer
Sauce Miyagi
Sauce Miyagi
Mixing Engineer
Hitmaka
Hitmaka
Producer
Ayo N Keyz
Ayo N Keyz
Producer
Christopher Dotson
Christopher Dotson
Producer

Lyrics

Right Now Sound I be with the Hitmaka So, hol' up Baby, come give me something new (Ooh-oh) Baby, come give me something new (Ooh-oh) 'Cause I can't stop loving you (Ooh yeah) Since I got a taste of your love (Ooh yeah) Baby, come give me something new (Ooh-woah) (Ooh-woah) God damn, you know who I am Try to be on the low, but you ain't slow Keep my shirt open, eyes low Get a lot of paper, I know But you ain't, into that You like real facts Like if you show love, you gon' get it back Like if you fuck good, you gon' get it back Like if you cook, wanna a real nigga that Gon' rap 'til that pussy like, uh uh We can go and get a private room We can fuck for one night, ain't gotta jump the broom Say your nigga, chill Baby, come give me something new (Ooh-oh) Baby, come give me something new (Ooh-oh) 'Cause I can't stop loving you (Ooh yeah) Since I got a taste of your love (Ooh yeah) Baby, come give me something new (Ooh-woah) (Ooh-woah) I can tell you ain't from 'round here All that body baby, it's not fair Pull up on that ass in a drop, yeah That's your ex nigga? I'm dead Lookin' for a real one? You found him California King, we gon' go rounds on it No doubt, yeah Leave your legs, shaking I might sing to that pussy like la-da-da-di-da (Di, yeah) Girl, your shit so classic, it don't need no features (No, ooh, yeah) Baby, come give me something new (Ooh-oh) Baby, come give me something new (Ooh-oh) 'Cause I can't stop loving you (Ooh, yeah) Since I got a taste of your love (Ooh, yeah) Baby, come give me something new (Ooh-woah) (Ooh-woah) Girl, you look just like something out a magazine ('Zine) You smell great, know your body clean (Yeah) Them niggas been on you since you was a teen (Teen) Now you grown up, and I'm a boss, I'm just showing love (Love) Smell like kush when I'm rolling up (Roll) So much bank, I can fold it up (Fold) It's so good, got you calling up (Call) Tryna kick it with a nigga like, uh (Brr, oom) Baby, come give me something new (Ooh-oh) Baby, come give me something new (Ooh-oh) 'Cause I can't stop loving you (Ooh yeah) Since I got a taste of your love (Ooh yeah) Baby, come give me something new (Ooh-woah) (Ooh-woah)
Writer(s): Paul Cabbin, James Iii Foye, Forest, Austin Owens, Tyrone William Griffin, Cameron Jibril Thomaz, Melvin Moore, Floyd Eugene Bentley, Shirley Murdock, Christian Ward, Roger Troutman, Larry Troutman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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