Video musical

Video musical

Créditos

Artistas intérpretes
Drake
Drake
Voces
PoWRTrav
PoWRTrav
Batería
Cash Cobain
Cash Cobain
Batería
Jaystolaa
Jaystolaa
Batería
Noah "40" Shebib
Noah "40" Shebib
Teclados
Gentuar Memishi
Gentuar Memishi
Batería
21 Savage
21 Savage
Voces
Baby M
Baby M
Voces adicionales
Fridayy
Fridayy
Artista sampleado
Nohelani Cypriano
Nohelani Cypriano
Artista sampleado
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Noah "40" Shebib
Noah "40" Shebib
Autoría
Aubrey Drake Graham
Aubrey Drake Graham
Autoría
J. Milfort
J. Milfort
Autoría
Gentuar Memishi
Gentuar Memishi
Autoría
D. Graue
D. Graue
Autoría
Cashmere Small
Cashmere Small
Autoría
Francis LeBlanc
Francis LeBlanc
Autoría
Miles Parks McCollum
Miles Parks McCollum
Autoría
Nohelani Cypriano
Nohelani Cypriano
Autoría
Shéyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph
Shéyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph
Autoría
T Flores
T Flores
Autoría
Producción e ingeniería
Lil Yachty
Lil Yachty
Producción
PoWRTrav
PoWRTrav
Producción
Cash Cobain
Cash Cobain
Producción
Jaystolaa
Jaystolaa
Producción
Noah "40" Shebib
Noah "40" Shebib
Producción
Noel Cadastre
Noel Cadastre
Ingeniería de grabación
OUPSiNG
OUPSiNG
Asistente de ingeniería de mezcla
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Masterización
Dave Huffman
Dave Huffman
Asistente de ingeniería de masterización
Gentuar Memishi
Gentuar Memishi
Producción

Letra

[Intro]
Grrt
[Verse 1]
I was in the club 'fore she even had it
She was twenty-one, I don't see a savage
She wanna be the one, she know it come with static
She wanna hold the gun, if you want it, you can have it
Shawty still young, so she don't know the classics
I see her body, one-of-one, yeah
I see her body, one-of-one
Get to the crib, make you cum
Pussy sweet, call you my honeybun (Tss)
[Verse 2]
I know your **** was a bum
Fuck on the crodie, have some fun
Girl, I'm the king of my city, I'm the one (Tss)
Swear you can have me, you really one-of-one (Tss)
How you so nasty? You really one-of-one (Tss)
How you so flashy? You really one-of-one (Tss)
Out in Miami, you still a one-of-one (Tss)
I wanna beat on the pussy till the sun come up
You fucked on a **** I see as my son, so what?
[Verse 3]
Yeah, I was in the club, but I was in the cut
Had liquor in my cup, had passion in my cup
And Addy in my system, see a opp, I'ma hit 'em up
Yeah, he gon' be a victim, I was tryna dance with the bitch
Couldn't keep my hands off her hips
Know she spent some bands on her fit
Know I told you that she really one-on-one
Cro', yeah, she advanced with the shit
And I got a chance with the bitch
Loverboy, romance with the bitch
Couldn't even put my mans on a bitch
Like, damn
[Chorus]
Callin', callin' for you
I'm callin' for you, callin' for you
Callin' for you
Need you to guide my eyes, feel it on me
Needin' you to hold me
Till the inevitable
It was on my mind, felt it on me
[Bridge]
Ah, he lied to me
Yo, he lied to me
Like I didn't even give a fuck that we sat in economy
I gave a fuck 'cause he said the economy was full
It was not full
He said, "Economy was—"
He said, "There was no first class, so we're sitting in economy"
I get up on that plane
I see so many seats there in first class
Twelve, there's twelve, fourteen seats
Bruh
I sat in the back of the plane
Fucking crazy
And then, I go on that wack-ass vacation
The chef is feeding us the same meal every day like I was like in jail still or something
I'm like, "Why are we eating jerk chicken and oxtail every single day, can we switch it up?"
No, the oxtail was fire though, but can we switch it up?
I can't eat that shit every day, what?
And then you proceed to go through my phone
You wanted to cry
You were lookin' for something
That's on you, it's on you
Sorry for your loss
[Verse 4]
Whoa, whoa
Fuck **** wanna get fired on (21)
Starch a **** up, put the iron on him (21)
Fah-fah-fah-fah-fah-fah-fah-fah
Fah-fah-fah-fah-fah-fah-fah-fah
Plenty **** dyin' over that way (Yeah)
Quick to leave a opp in the ashtray (Pussy)
Keep a 19 like I'm Mac Dre (21)
Make a **** mama have a bad day (21)
21 gang 4L, these **** gon' tell
I ain't goin' back and forth on deals (On God)
I ain't goin' back and forth, send shells (On God)
I ain't goin' back and forth, ****, spin (Fah)
[Verse 5]
Put a college bitch in a Benz (21)
Put her in the Benz, no note (21)
Hit 'em from the car, no scope (21)
We don't never tie, we score (On God)
She suck on my neck like she Dracula (Yeah)
Hit from the back, I might tackle her (Yeah)
Don't ask 'bout my opps 'cause we smackin' 'em (Yeah)
[Verse 6]
Fuck my opps, they haters (Pussy)
Fuck my opps, they hoes (Pussy)
The bitches that come around suck dick and don't pull they phone out, dem ones pros (On God)
Bitch, if you love me, then spoil me (21)
I treat the rap game like a toilet (On God)
All of my kids get left in her mouth, she say she don't believe in abortions (21)
Oh, you ain't got you a boyfriend? (21)
I see he be on his dork shit (21)
Nah, I ain't judgin', but they in the nosebleeds
You know I be on my court shit (Facts)
Written by: Aubrey Drake Graham, C. Small, Carlito Junior Milfort, Cashmere Lavon Small, Charles Jamal Smith, Curtis Andre Small, D. Graue, F. Leblanc, Gentuar Memishi, J. Milfort, José Antonio Rodríguez Flores, M. McCollum, Miles Parks McCollum, Noah "40" Shebib, Nohelani Cypriano, R. Cypriano, Ryeisha Rochelle Berrain, S. Bin Abraham-Joseph, T. Flores
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