Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Rich
Lil Rich
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Enoch Harris
Enoch Harris
Lyrics
Frank Jackson
Frank Jackson
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lil Rich
Lil Rich
Producer

Lyrics

Do you believe in love on drugs
Do you believe that I'm the one
We float above the moon and the sun, baby
Come on baby
Come on baby
Come home, yeah
She look like Rihanna we take trips to get designer
Love you from the front but girl I gotta get behind ya
Middle of the jungle is the only way to find ya
Come on baby, come home
She look like Rihanna we take trips to get to get designer
Love you from the front but girl I gotta get behind ya
Middle of the jungle is the only way to find ya
Come on baby, come home
Yeah, I thought you was leavin' but look now we even
Fall, summer, winter, spring she got every season
Women copy cause you seasoned
You make it look too easy
I sit back and jot in my pad bout' all of the bitches that I shoulda had
I sit back and think of the past It went from Ford Explorers to Jags
The Range the Porsche, the horse the pass
The stores was splurging, splurging bad
I'm talking splurging
This ain't for your body baby never seen a surgeon
Put it on for sure but you an even better person
You the prototype and even the latest version
If we don't see tonight
Do you believe in love on drugs
Do you believe that I'm the one
We float above the moon and the sun baby
Come on baby
Come on baby
Come home, yeah
She look like Rihanna we take trips to get designer
Love you from the front but girl I gotta get behind ya
Middle of the jungle is the only way to find ya
Come on baby, come home
She look like Rihanna we take trips to get to get designer
Love you from the front but girl I gotta get behind ya
Middle of the jungle is the only way to find ya
Come on baby, come home
Written by: Enoch Harris, Frank Jackson
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