Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Mustard
Chant
Jeremih
Chant
Jeremy Felton
Interprète
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Nicki Minaj
Paroles/Composition
Dijon McFarlane
Paroles/Composition
Nicholas Audino
Paroles/Composition
Lewis Hughes
Paroles/Composition
Miles Browne
Paroles/Composition
Christopher Ward
Paroles/Composition
Jeremih
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Mustard
Production
Twice As Nice
Co‑production
David Pizzimenti
Ingénierie de prise de son
Jaycen Joshua
Ingénierie de mixage
Maddox Chhim
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
David Nakaji
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Paroles
Mustard on the beat, ho!
Tryna get up in my head, now that's a headache
I just wanna fuck, I make the bed shake
She wanna spend some time, now that's a Rollie
Shawty ride the dick, just like it's stolen
Met her at the Westin with her bestie
Kissin', they were sweatin', doin' lip things
Had to get up in that lil thang, yeah that lil thang
Let her rock the mic, yeah, no lipsync
They say that it's last call, so let's ball
Tryna have that ass thrown on that pole
Throw it back like retro, like it's retro
Baby, baby, let's go, girl, let's go
We take it to my room, yeah
Ain't no need to talk, when that ass on me and the lights off
Baby, I know what to do with it
Give her what she want, now she wanna fuck a nigga all the time
Oh, baby, don't hurt me, hurt me, hurt me
You know I like it naughty, naughty, naughty
When they hear me, want that sexy, sexy, sexy
Want lovin' if you let me, let me, let me
Don't hurt me, hurt me, hurt me
You know I like it naughty, naughty, naughty
When they hear me, want that sexy, sexy, sexy
Want lovin' if you let me, let me, let me
Tryna get up in my head, now that's a headache
I just wanna fuck, and get my cake ate
You wanna spend some time, that's a Rollie
I'ma ride his D, like it's stolen
I met him in the hills out in L.A
Took me for a cruise, yeah, Penelope
Had to sit up on that big thang, that big thang
Super duper freak, yeah, like Rick James
They say that it's last call, for that bar
Tryna get that peach Myx Moscato
Make it clap like winner home, team score
Baby, don't you hurt me like before
Take you to my room, yeah
Ain't no need to talk, when this thing in your mouth, down South
Baby, you know what to do with it
Gave him what he want, now he wanna hit your girl all the time
Oh, baby, don't hurt me, hurt me, hurt me
You know I like it naughty, naughty, naughty
When they hear me, want that sexy, sexy, sexy
Want lovin' if you let me, let me, let me
Don't hurt me, hurt me, hurt me
You know I like it naughty, naughty, naughty
When they hear me, want that sexy, sexy, sexy
Want lovin' if you let me, let me, let me
All these bitches beggin' me to pass the baton
All these bitches tryna fit my crown and my wand
Bitches still my sons, get your sonogram on
Just a nick of time I did the cover of TIME
Gettin' a million dollars just to stand there and rhyme
Even if you was Curry, bitch, there's still a LeBron
But let's face it, I'm Curry, with rings like LeBron
Added my rings up, that's Mike Jordan
I told bitches when I switched my flow four times
I'd be damned if a bitch nigga eat off mine
All this cake make a broke nigga beat off, huh?
I'm just lookin' for a man, fuck a B-O-Y
Don't hurt me, hurt me, hurt me
You know I like it naughty, naughty, naughty
When they hear me, want that sexy, sexy, sexy
Want lovin' if you let me, let me, let me
Don't hurt me, hurt me, hurt me
You know I like it naughty, naughty, naughty
When they hear me, want that sexy, sexy, sexy
Want lovin' if you let me, let me, let me
Writer(s): Miles Aaron Browne, Kingsley D. Gardner, Dijon Isaiah Mcfarlane, Andy Marvel, Nicholas Valentino Audino, Lewis Beresford Hughes, Diana King, Christian Ward, Jeremy P. Felton, Onika Tanya Maraj
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