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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bino Rideaux
Bino Rideaux
Vocals
Ty Dolla $ign
Ty Dolla $ign
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brandon Rainey
Brandon Rainey
Songwriter
Daniel Moras Raab
Daniel Moras Raab
Songwriter
Alex Petit
Alex Petit
Songwriter
Kiowa Roukema
Kiowa Roukema
Songwriter
Tyrone Griffin Jr
Tyrone Griffin Jr
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
CashMoneyAp
CashMoneyAp
Producer
YoungKio
YoungKio
Producer
James Kang
James Kang
Mixing Engineer
Daniel Moras Raab
Daniel Moras Raab
Producer

Lyrics

(CashMoneyAP) (Kio, Kio, Kio) Fuckin' up my mind, babe Real shit, you fine, babe Keep it real at all times, babe And we can do it just fine, baby I hope that I ain't outta line, baby You know that pussy outta line, baby Go and see 'em on them islands, baby That's how I'm comin', baby You know you ain't by yourself, you wish you was by yourself by me Baby, I'm horny, I can't help myself, you all I want around me Everything about you, girl, it's 'bout me, yeah How you 'posed be lit tryna be without me? (Without me) If you ain't on all in it, be that bitch without me Bitches ain't your friends, don't tell them bitches 'bout me, I'm sorry And if it go that way, I'm still gon' chase these racks And if you text my phone, I'm still gon' text you back, baby I know you be callin', but all that shit, whatever Girl, you know if you callin' with me, you forever Baby, put it on me, I'ma put that shit together, ooh-whoa Fuckin' up my mind, babe Real shit, you fine, babe Keep it real at all times, babe And we can do it just fine, baby I hope that I ain't outta line, baby You know that pussy outta line, baby Go and see 'em on them islands, baby That's how I'm comin', baby You know that mind for the line, babe That throat gon' make me change my mind, babe You intelligent and fine, babe Let me put some on your wrist that's gon' shine, babe Put you another platform You bad as shit, I turn you up to the max though Will you not do it like me? I'll wait Them Louis Vuittons, now you 'bout 5'8" Bellman got you lookin' like a goddess You got my head fucked up, baby, I'm astonished Made love to you on a private island in Bahamas Can't wait to dive in your water, lately, you been- Fuckin' up my mind, babe (girl, you fuck it up) Real shit, you fine, babe (too fine) Keep it real at all times, babe And we can do it just fine, baby (do it just fine) I hope that I ain't outta line, baby You know that pussy outta line, baby (oh-ooh-whoa) Go and see 'em on them islands, baby (ooh, yeah) That's how I'm comin', baby
Writer(s): Alex Christian Jean Petit, Kiowa Roukema, Daniel Moras Raab, Brandon Rainey, Tyron Griffin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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