Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Stefflon Don
Stefflon Don
Vocals
Lil Baby
Lil Baby
Rap
Sam Tsang
Sam Tsang
Programming
Fred Gibson
Fred Gibson
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Stefflon Don
Stefflon Don
Composer
Dominique' Jones
Dominique' Jones
Composer
Fred Gibson
Fred Gibson
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sam Tsang
Sam Tsang
Additional Producer
Bill Zimmerman
Bill Zimmerman
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Phil Tan
Phil Tan
Mixing Engineer
Jeremy Cooper
Jeremy Cooper
Mastering Engineer
Fred Gibson
Fred Gibson
Producer

Lyrics

Aye yeah, well, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Put your phone down, down, down Bae look at me when I'm made up Bae look at me when I'm made up Ayyy Put your phone down, down, down Baby you can do that later Baby you can do that later Listen, uh If they coming for me I'mma bring it to 'em I'mma pull up on 'em Whip 'em then I move 'em Let my Donna's slew 'em Crush 'em let 'em chew 'em Touch my likkle bredda and I'm gonna do them I ain't suicidal but I'm in the streets At your door like, like it's trick or treat Lifting hinges heading straight to the P I've been going hard I ain't had no sleep I've been stressing out thinking 'bout this money Told my mother I'mma, I'mma make her proud of me You ain't making money You just on your phone Come let's get this paper boy it's time to go So, put your phone down, down, down Bae look at me when I'm made up Bae look at me when I'm made up Ayyy Put your phone down, down, down Baby you can do that later Baby you can do that later Uh, Uh Why you always got your phone in your hand I swear it's feeling like I ain't got a man I just want to take it run it over with a van But I can't drive 'cause i'm still on a ban Why you acting like we ain't got bills to pay No eye contact boy are you hearing me You buy ganja now all your money done Me affi make a move me ah beg you fi yuh come I've been stressing out thinking 'bout this money Told my mother I'mma, i'mma make her proud of me You ain't making money You just on your phone Come let's get this paper boy it's time to go So, put your phone down and keep your eyes on me Baby don't tell me but show me say you'll love me You love me long time so me want you shine for me Look how the time fly and you still ah style on me So, put your phone down, down, down Bae look at me when I'm made up (Bae, look at me when I'm made-) Bae look at me when I'm made up (Bae, look at me when I'm made-) Yeah Put your phone down, down, down Baby you can do that later (Baby you can do that late-) Baby you can do that later (Baby you can do that late-) Baby I can't even lie I think your phone is a distraction I ain't even trippin' 'bout other niggas who at you Bad bitch, snatch you Natural, classy Do a lotta numbers Nothin 'bout me average Committed to the streets But we make love just like we married Whenever we in public Hold your hand I ain't embarrassed I know if it ain't nothin 'bout your business u scroll past it Who you on the phone with We all the way in Paris What's so important You can't ignore it Please put your phone down You make me feel boring I know I been touring and gone for a minute Whenever I'm home I give you every second They on my line I don't answer, I end it I can call them back whenever it finish I don't even care if it's about business Yeah So, put your phone down, down, down Bae look at me when I'm made up (Bae, look at me when I'm made-) Bae look at me when I'm made up (Bae, look at me when I'm made-) Ayyy Put your phone down, down, down Baby you can do that later (Baby you can do that late-) Baby you can do that later (Baby you can do that late-) Put it down, put it down, put it down Put it down, come here we go Put it down, put it down, put it down Put it down, Put it down, Oh Put it down, put it down, put it down Put it down, Put it, baby come here we go Put it down, put it down, put it down Down, Down, Down
Writer(s): Stephanie Allen, Dominique Armani Jones, Fred Gibson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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