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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Drake
Drake
Vocals
21 Savage
21 Savage
Vocals
Noah Shebib
Noah Shebib
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Aubrey Drake Graham
Aubrey Drake Graham
Songwriter
Gentuar Memishi
Gentuar Memishi
Songwriter
Ernest Isley
Ernest Isley
Songwriter
Ronald Isley
Ronald Isley
Songwriter
Christopher Jasper
Christopher Jasper
Songwriter
Isaac Bynum
Isaac Bynum
Songwriter
Miles Parks McCollum
Miles Parks McCollum
Songwriter
Noah Shebib
Noah Shebib
Songwriter
Shéyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph
Shéyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Earl on the Beat
Earl on the Beat
Producer
Lil Yachty
Lil Yachty
Producer
Noel Cadastre
Noel Cadastre
Recording Engineer
Les "Bates" Bateman
Les "Bates" Bateman
Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Dave Huffman
Dave Huffman
Mastering Engineer
Harley Arsenault
Harley Arsenault
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Gentuar Memishi
Gentuar Memishi
Producer
Isaiah Brown
Isaiah Brown
Recording Engineer
Noah Shebib
Noah Shebib
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Whoa, whoa, yeah Look at me dead in my eyes, I know that you know that a — ain't lyin' Too much respect, all of my shawty BDs, they know not to try it Too much respect, I used to hand out CDs before they would buy it Whoa, she love me so much, it seem like she biased — Don't know how I live, but that's 'cause they live at the Hyatt, ayy 4L step team steppin' on — 'til it's quiet He brought me the money sealed up, I still had to count it, I cannot just eye it Whoa, whoa, whoa Yeah, let's have sex in the bank, tell 'em to open the safe I hate a privileged rapper who don't even know what it take The diamonds, they hit like a rainbow, that's 'cause the necklace a Frank (purr) Whoa, whoa, whoa Yeah, let's have sex in the nine (let's do it) Breakin' and bendin' her spine (let's do it, let's do it) I hate a privileged rapper that ain't had a hit since he signed (let's do it) — Be full of excuses, act like they takin' they time (for real, for real) Whoa, whoa, whoa Look at me dead in my eyes, you see all the times that I had to go slide (21) Too many sticks, we go to war with whoever, ain't never been biased Too many sticks, how was they your opps and none of 'em died? Hol' up (21), hol' up (21), hol' up (21) Why you pull up at one in the morning and sit on the edge of the bed? (For what?) Textin' emojis, tongue out, eggplant, must've went over her head (21) Catch him outside of the studio, make him repeat what he said Yeah, yeah, let's have sex in the car (on God) The Maybach came with a bar (21) I'm wipin' my — with her bra (21, pew, pew, pew) Sniped his —, he got hit in the head from far Opps gets undivided attention, I give them my all (on God) How you come over to the spot when you know it's your time of the month? (How?) Make a diss and see how fast you go from the booth to a blunt She say she hungry, I gave her — for brunch (on God) Send me my whole fee, I don't do backends and fronts (21, 21) No, no, no Let's have sex in the bank, tell 'em to open the safe I hate a privileged rapper who don't even know what it take The diamonds, they hit like a rainbow, that's 'cause the necklace a Frank (purr) Whoa, whoa, whoa Yeah, let's have sex in the nines (let's do it) Breakin' and bendin' her spine (let's do it, let's do it) I hate a privileged rapper that ain't had a hit since he signed (let's do it) — Be full of excuses, act like they takin' they time (for real, for real)
Writer(s): Chris Jasper, O'kelly Jr. Isley, Ronald Isley, Marvin Isley, Ernest Isley, Aubrey Drake Graham, Noah James Shebib, Miles Parks Mccollum, Shayaa Bin Abraham-joseph, Isaac Earl Bynum, Gentuar Memishi Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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