Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Pop Smoke
Chant
Lil Baby
Chant
Daniel Moras Raab
Programmation
DaBaby
Chant
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Alex Petit
Paroles/Composition
Christoffer Buchardt Marcussen
Paroles/Composition
Bashar Barakah Jackson
Paroles/Composition
Cédric Leutwyler
Paroles/Composition
Dominique' Jones
Paroles/Composition
Jonathan Kirk
Paroles/Composition
Jess Reed Jackson
Paroles/Composition
Michael G. Dean
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
CashMoneyAp
Production
Palaze
Production
Jess Jackson
Ingénierie de mastérisation
MIKE DEAN
Production complémentaire
Sage Skofield
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Sean Solymar
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Rose Adams
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Daniel Moras Raab
Production complémentaire
Corey Nutile
Ingénierie de prise de son
Thomas “Tillie” Mann
Ingénierie de mixage vocal
Princston "Perfect Harmany" Terry
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Stephen "Dotcom" Farrow
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
50 Cent
Production déléguée
Bashar Barakah Jackson
Production déléguée
Rico Beats
Production déléguée
Steven Victor
Production déléguée
Paroles
[Intro]
CashMoneyAP
Tryna fuckin' get 'em
Tryna fuck on a thot
Gettin' big on this
What do you want?
Won't tell you twice, yeah
I'm a thief in the night
[Chorus]
I did some wrong, but I'm always right
Said I know how to shoot, and I know how to fight
Boy, I'll tell you once, won't tell you twice
I'm real discreet, like a thief in the night, look
[Verse 1]
If I call you bae, you bae for the day
Or a bae for the night, you not my wife
She want a killer to fuck all night
I wanna fuck on a thot, gimme head all night
AP, big rocks, in the hood with the 'rillas
Five K on a dinner, bring three hundred thou' to the dealer
[Chorus]
I did some wrong, but I'm always right
Said I know how to shoot, and I know how to fight
Boy, I'll tell you once, won't tell you twice
I'm real discreet, like a thief in the night (Baby)
[Verse 2]
I'm rich but I'm ridin', I'm low on exotic
I'm 'bout to fly out and go get me some
Nothin' ain't seen, all this money on me
Hunnid racks in the bag, that's a honey bun
Baby OG, I been runnin' these streets
Got the game from LaShawn, I'm my mama's son
Learned 'bout the triple cross when I was young
And I know I ain't goin', so I keep a gun
I flew to Paris just to buy some Dior
She beggin' for attention, I don't see her
C-I-P Pop, I wish that you could see us
Million cash plus whenever I go re-up
I got some **** in the street won't beat me
I got the industry tryna be me
I just go Ray Charles, they can't see me
I'm in a Rolls-Royce with a RiRi
[Chorus]
I did some wrong, but I'm always right
Said I know how to shoot, and I know how to fight
Boy, I'll tell you once, won't tell you twice
I'm real discreet, like a thief in the night (Yeah)
[Chorus]
Like a thief in the night
I pull up, give her D for the night
Tryna fuck in the V, it's a'ight (Let's fuck)
We can't fuck up my seats 'cause they white (That's my seats, watch my motherfuckin' seats)
I'm livin' like Thriller, I only come out at the night time
She don't fuck with liquor, don't like bein' tipsy
She don't do the Henny, just white wine (What she do?)
Pop the cork on some new Pinot Grigio
I pull up in the Porsche wit' a freaky ho (Zoom)
Park the Porsche, then pull up in a Lambo
I hop out, Major Payne, rockin' camo (Yessir)
Think she cute, make her fuck, let her man go
Like to shoot, light you up, bitch, I'm Rambo
Cuban link full of rocks, it's a choker
Rest in peace to the Pop, make me smoke ya
[Chorus]
I did some wrong, but I'm always right
Said I know how to shoot, and I know how to fight
Boy, I'll tell you once, won't tell you twice
I'm real discreet, like a thief in the night
Written by: Alex Petit, Bashar Barakah Jackson, Cédric Leutwyler, Christoffer Buchardt Marcussen, Daniel Moras Raab, Dominique' Jones, Jonathan Kirk

