Video musical
Créditos
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ascence
Performer
Umur Anil Gokdag
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ilya Salmanzadeh
Composer
Samuel Frederick Smith
Composer
Kim Petras
Composer
Omer Fedi
Composer
Henry Russell Walter
Lyrics
James Napier
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ascence
Producer
Umur Anil Gokdag
Producer
Letra
A lucky, lucky girl
She got married to a boy like you
She'd kick you out if she ever, ever knew
'Bout all the - you tell me that you do
Dirty, dirty boy
You know everyone is talking on the scene
I hear them whispering 'bout the places that you've been
And how you don't know how to keep your business clean
Mummy don't know daddy's getting hot
At the body shop, doing something unholy
He's sat back while she's dropping it, she be popping it
Yeah, she put it down slowly
Oh-ee-oh-ee-oh, he left his kids at
Ho-ee-oh-ee-ome, so he can get that
Mummy don't know daddy's getting hot
At the body shop, doing something unholy
Mmm, daddy, daddy, if you want it, drop the add'y
Give me love, give me Fendi, my Balenciaga daddy
You gon' need to bag it up, 'cause I'm spending on Rodeo
You can watch me back it up, I'll be gone in the a.m
And he, he get me Prada, get me Miu Miu like Rihanna
He always call me 'cause I never cause no drama
And when you want it, baby, I know I got you covered
And when you need it, baby, just jump under the covers
Mummy don't know daddy's getting hot
At the body shop, doin' somethin' unholy
He's sat back while she's dropping it, she be popping it
Yeah, she put it down slowly
Oh-ee-oh-ee-oh, he left his kids at
Ho-ee-oh-ee-ome, so he can get that
Mummy don't know daddy's getting hot
At the body shop, doin' something unholy
Writer(s): Ilya Salmanzadeh, Samuel Frederick Smith, Henry Russell Walter, Jimmy Napes, Omer Fedi, Kim Petras, Blake Slatkin
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