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INTERPRÉTATION
A$AP Ferg
Interprète
Nicki Minaj
Interprète
MadeinTYO
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COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Darold Brown
Paroles/Composition
Frank Parra
Paroles/Composition
Onika Tanya Maraj-Petty
Paroles/Composition
Malcolm Jamaal Davis
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Frankie P
Production
Aubry "Big Juice" Delaine
Ingénierie de prise de son
Jaycen Joshua
Ingénierie de mixage
Jacob Richards
Assistance d’ingénierie
Mike Seaberg
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DJ Riggins
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Dave Kutch
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Paroles
It's that time again
Frankie motherfuckin' P
Fergie, come out and play
Move your hips, okay
When I be leavin', she tell me to stay (ooh)
Move your hips, okay
When I be leavin', she tell me to stay (skrrt)
Move your hips, okay
When I be leavin', she tell me to stay (ooh)
Move your hips, okay
When I be leavin', she tell me to stay (yeah, yeah, yeah, go)
Diamonds all on my gums (gums, yeah)
Talkin' my shit, I got runs (got runs)
Hole in my jeans like I'm grunge (grunge)
Fuckin' that bitch in the buns (buns)
She suck on my dick 'til it's numb (yeah, numb)
Pockets is fat like The Klumps (Klumps)
Rappers is lookin' like lunch (yum)
I'm makin' a meal when I munch, woo (let's go, woo)
Move your hips, okay
When I be leaving she tell me to stay, ooh (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Got a new loft in Harlem (yo)
No, Fergie ain't move to LA, woo (Ferg)
Burberry on my collar, ooh
Diamonds, they still in my face, woo (ah)
You don't want no problems, ooh
Fergie be settin' 'em ablaze, ooh (ah)
Move your hips, okay
When I be leavin', she tell me to stay (ooh)
Move your hips, okay
When I be leavin', she tell me to stay (skrrt)
Move your hips, okay
When I be leavin', she tell me to stay (ooh)
Move your hips, okay
When I be leavin', she tell me to stay (yeah, yeah, yeah, go)
All of you bitches is food
If you the opps, you gon' be singin' the blues
Feelin' like Bishop in Juice
Word to my dude, this Jimmy Choo on my shoes
All of my niggas is macks
This is a fact, this ain't no cap app
All of my bitches is bad, word to my dad
They know we get to the bag
Move my hips, okay
Tell him to go, then I tell him to stay, hey
Baby, it's okay
I have been havin' one hell of a day, yay
Saint Laurent all on my shades
Then I pull up in a cherry Merced's, yay
Strawberry shortcake hair
Chinese bangs with my two braids, ayy
Straight from outta Queens, headed to Harlem now
I got the panda mink on and it's growlin' now
Already bodied "Plain Jane" and we mobbin' now
That's 'cause all these fake niggas try to rob my style
Yo, these bitches really be slow, tell 'em I'm Billy the G.O.A.T.
I'm gettin' that dough, my neck and my wrist really glow
My model bitch all up in Vogue
All up in Vogue, pardon my Versace robe
Streak in my hair like I'm Rogue
Nigga, you know, you better not tip on your toes
They grippin' the 40 below (ah)
Move your hips, okay
When I be leavin', she tell me to stay (ooh)
Move your hips, okay
When I be leavin', she tell me to stay (skrrt)
Move your hips, okay
When I be leavin', she tell me to stay (ooh)
Move your hips, okay
When I be leavin', she tell me to stay (yeah, yeah, yeah, go)
Writer(s): Onika Tanya Maraj, Frank Parra, Darold D. Brown, Malcolm Davis
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