Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chris Brown
Chris Brown
Vocals
Young Thug
Young Thug
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chris Brown
Chris Brown
Songwriter
Jeffery Williams
Jeffery Williams
Songwriter
Joshua Parker
Joshua Parker
Songwriter
Shane Lindstrom
Shane Lindstrom
Songwriter
Joseph Letranger
Joseph Letranger
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
OG Parker
OG Parker
Producer
Murda Beatz
Murda Beatz
Producer
Joseph L’Étranger
Producer
A ‘Bainz’ Bains
Mixing Engineer
Patrizio Pigliapoco
Patrizio Pigliapoco
Mixing Engineer
Aresh Banaji
Aresh Banaji
Mixing Engineer
Mike Tucci
Mike Tucci
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

This beat from Murda Yeah (OG Parker) Say you love me Said it twice (Yeah) Say you my bitch You can call my shots (Yeah) She roll my kush Let me come ride (Yeah) Say put that Tech (Yeah) Right by the ice (Yeah) She keep it wet, nigga (Yeah) She pass my test, nigga (Yeah) I count my check (Yeah) I count it irrationally Rock Louis ties (Yeah) 'Cause I got court this week (Yeah) Look in my eyes (Yeah) I count my bread and leave Yeah, yeah Slime, ayy, slime, ayy (Slatt, ayy) Slatt, ayy, slatt, ayy Young Spider, Young SEX (Come on, woo, bitch) Spider, make that boy die Ayy, seven hundred shots (Yeah) My VV, my ice (Woah) My carats are rotten I'm tryna get in them thighs (Woah) I'm tryna get in them thighs (Hey) Look at her stare at the coupe when I'm droppin' the top for the sky I hit your lil' bitty bitch, got her runnin' around disguised I got a coupe, cost a million I bungie that bitch when I ride (Skrrt, skrrt) Total the coupe, woah, that's my boo, woah Never been spooked, woah, bitch, you the swoop, woah I told the bitch I could never say sorry for fuckin' the crew, woah Heard you lil' niggas done run out of loop And you're not in the loop, woah Say you love me Said it twice (Yeah) Say you my bitch You can call my shots, yeah She roll my kush Let me come ride it, yeah Say put that Tech (Yeah) Right by the ice (Yeah) She keep it wet, nigga (Yeah) She pass my test, nigga (Yeah) I count my check (Yeah) I count it irrationally Rock Louis ties (Yeah) 'Cause I got court this week Look in my eyes (Yeah) I count my bread and leave Yeah, yeah Do it with no hands (Yeah, yeah) Put it all in my face (Yeah, yeah) I ain't throwin' no salt, baby Girl, I'm gon' give it to you nice and easy Let me, let me taste you Give me your lips I wanna play, yeah She get to rollin' her body She 'bout to get a nigga started She got it soakin', she sloppy But I love it She buck naked She shake it for daddy, pussy amazin' We makin' love, got you fuckin' and cussin' Say you my bitch (Say it, Slime, ayy, slime, ayy, slatt, ayy) Say you my bitch (Slatt, ayy, slatt, ayy, Young Spider, Young SEX) Say you love me Said it twice (Yeah) Say you my bitch You can call my shots, yeah She roll my kush Let me come ride it, yeah Say put that Tech (Yeah) Right by the ice (Yeah) She keep it wet, nigga (Yeah) She pass my test, nigga (Yeah) I count my check (Yeah) I count it irrationally Rock Louis ties (Yeah) 'Cause I got court this week (Yeah) Look in my eyes (Yeah) I count my bread and leave Yeah, yeah
Writer(s): Christopher Maurice Brown, Shane Lee Lindstrom, Joshua Isaih Parker, Jeffery Lamar Williams, Joshua L'etranger Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out