Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Jidenna
Chant
Josh Dean
Chœurs
Nana Kwabena Tuffuor
Programmation
Shannon Marie
Chœurs
Oladele "7G" Kiambu
Batterie
Marcelius "Kariz Marcel" Martin
Batterie
Stephen Gordon
Programmation
Roman GianArthur
Cordes
Andrew Horowitz
Cordes
Steve Lambert
Flûte
Simon Kafka
Guitare
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Nana Kwabena Tuffuor
Composition
Oladele "7G" Kiambu
Composition
Marcelius "Kariz Marcel" Martin
Composition
Milan Wiley
Paroles
Stephen Gordon
Composition
Clarence McDonald
Paroles
Derrick Parker
Composition
Gus Redmond
Composition
Lowrell Simon
Paroles
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Jidenna
Ingénierie de prise de son
Steve Rhythm
Production
Dom
Production
Nana Kwabena Tuffuor
Co‑production
Oladele "7G" Kiambu
Production
Marcelius "Kariz Marcel" Martin
Production
Stephen Gordon
Production complémentaire
Young Guru
Ingénierie de mixage
Benjamin Fusel
Assistance d’ingénierie
Brock Grenfell
Assistance d’ingénierie
Dave Kutch
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Kevin Peterson
Assistance d’ingénierie
Paroles
Money
Go get the money
Get you some
You know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
Bring it back
Bring it back
Bring it back, she said, "Put it in, sou sou"
Shawty come now, let it rain down
Put it in, sou sou
Pitty-pat, gimme that
Put it back, sou sou
Put it back in like sou sou
Put it back in like sou sou
Bring it back, bring it back
Bring it back, sou sou
You got voodoo, I got beaucoup
Put it back in like sou sou (come on)
Put it back in like sou sou
Put it back in like sou sou
I gotta come in like
Bring it back around like sou sou
Bring it back 'round like voodoo
Shawty come get that ooh-ooh
Pound it down like foo-foo (oh yeah)
I'm like, "Who knew?
Who knew you knew juju?"
Shakra feel like new-new (new-new)
Shakra like I'm Zulu
Oh yeah, might rain on me
Come again, swank on me
Come again, shake that weave
That 3A, baby, that 4C
She my baby, she my baby
Some days I don't wanna, don't wanna be cheap (hey)
She my baby, she my baby
Like get hella rich and go hide in these sheets
Get your ones up
Get your cake too
Gimme some, yeah
I want a taste too
The world is fucked up
We fuck our way through
The world is fucked up
So we fuck our way through
It's okay, she said, "Put it in, sou sou"
Shawty come now, let it rain down
Put it in, sou sou
Pitty-pat, gimme that
Put it back, sou sou
Put it back in like sou sou
Put it back in like sou sou
Bring it back, bring it back
Bring it back, sou sou
You got voodoo, I got beaucoup
Put it back in like sou so
Put it back in like sou sou
Put it back in like sou sou
I gotta come in like
I got my foot on the gas, eye on the cash
Hand on my wheel, I might enter the lap
Push out my flight so we could make it last
But don't, but don't pom-pom on nyash
She my baby, she my baby
Some days I don't wanna, don't wanna be cheap (hey)
She my baby, she my baby
Like get hella rich and go hide in these sheets
Get your ones up
Get your cake up
Gimme some, yeah
I want a taste too
The world is fucked up
We fuck our way through
The world is fucked up
So we fuck our way through
Bring it back, voodoo
Get that, don't go
Mattapan Square, nigga, Beantown
Woo-woo, uh-oh
Oakland, East Side
Flatbush, sou sou
Put it back in like sou sou
Put it back in like sou sou
Bring it back, bring it back
Bring it back, sou sou
You got voodoo, I got beaucoup
Put it back in like sou sou
Put it back in like sou sou
Put it back in like sou sou
I gotta come in like
Sou sou
Oakland, voodoo
Oakland, voodoo
Sou sou
Sou sou
Bumper, pimpin', you know
My flight
Don't man bit my bite
My flight
Pop up out my type
My flight
Pop out my type
Sou sou
Writer(s): Stephen Gordon, Jidenna Mobisson, Marcelius Tyrone Martin, Nana Kwabena, Oladele Kiambu
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