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Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Ty Dolla $ign
Ty Dolla $ign
Chant
Future
Future
Chant
Young Thug
Young Thug
Chant
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Dwan Avery
Dwan Avery
Paroles/Composition
James Royo
James Royo
Paroles/Composition
Jeffery Williams
Jeffery Williams
Paroles/Composition
Nayvadius Wilburn
Nayvadius Wilburn
Paroles/Composition
Rahshan Kyles
Rahshan Kyles
Paroles/Composition
Tyrone Griffin Jr
Tyrone Griffin Jr
Paroles/Composition
Gabe Shaddow
Gabe Shaddow
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Ty Dolla $ign
Ty Dolla $ign
Production
James Royo
James Royo
Ingénierie de mixage
Todd Norman
Todd Norman
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Cicero
Cicero
Production
Gabe Shaddow
Gabe Shaddow
Production
Damn James
Damn James
Production
Eric Manco
Eric Manco
Ingénierie de prise de son
BAUTISTA RAFAEL
BAUTISTA RAFAEL
Ingénierie de prise de son
Dy Krazy
Dy Krazy
Production

Paroles

[Intro]
Hit me up
Lift me up, pick me up, baby
Yeah
Off the Xanny, yeah
[Chorus]
Oh, baby, lift me up, oh, baby, carry me
Oh, baby, let me down, oh, baby, tragedy
Oh, baby, let me rub, oh, baby, body
I wanna know if you can't last no longer, yeah
Hit me up, hit me up, baby
Cartier handcuffs, baby
I took off the top, the top of the whip, vroom
I'm puttin' molly in my IV, hmm
[Verse 1]
Oh, baby, lift me up, oh, baby, carry me
Tent out in Maldives, I'll be your Hercules
I'll fuck the shit out of you (Ooh, yeah)
You'll tell your friends 'bout me (Ah, yeah)
You so possessive, way too jealous
Don't bring your friends around me (Me)
I had some famous girls, some models, and some regular hoes (Regular hoes)
I tell my bitch about 'em, think it's probably best that she knows (Best that she knows)
I bought a Richard Mille, it's a Bubba Watson luxury
Drop my new shit, now all these bitches wanna fuck with me (Me)
Another new one in my collection (Collection)
Nothin' but bad bitches up in my section (My section)
Nothin' but princess cuts and baguettes (Baguettes)
No commercial, wheels up on the jet
[Chorus]
Oh, baby, lift me up, oh, baby, carry me
Oh, baby, let me down, oh, baby, tragedy
Oh, baby, let me rub, oh, baby, body
I wanna know if you can't last no longer, yeah
Hit me up, hit me up, baby
Cartier handcuffs, baby
I took off the top, the top of the whip, vroom
I'm puttin' molly in my IV, hmm
[Verse 2]
Private show viewin' on the runway
Twelve-inch heels, Roberto Cavalli
Eight zips of codeine in a Hi-C
Throwin' private parties at the penthouse at the Marquee
Bora Bora villa, yeah
Lil' Kim, Hard Core, dead pres'
You got more Chanel bags than your birthday
Molly and power make you a mermaid
Swimmin' in Franklins, swimmin' in Benji
You get your backstroke in Stella McCartney
My gangbangin' friends gon' be the ones to protect you
You been turnin' up ever since that **** left you
Oh, baby, nasty, all nine karats
Ghost like Casper, doors open backwards
Oh, you a ballerina, tippin' on marble
Oh, you got paper for your diamonds, oh, and they sparkle
Donald Trump a wrist flick, I'm a misfit, but I'ma keep you in some new shit
Five languages, girl, name it, I buy the shelf out of Ruth Chris
Spaceship got you woozy, every day you wake up is a movie
Every day you gotta prove it, you goin' to sleep in jacuzzi
[Chorus]
Oh, baby, lift me up, oh, baby, carry me (Carry me)
Oh, baby, let me down (Let me down), oh, baby, tragedy (Tragedy)
Oh, baby, let me rub, oh, baby, body (Oh)
I wanna know if you can't last no longer (Ooh, yeah), yeah
Hit me up, hit me up, baby
Cartier handcuffs, baby
I took off the top, the top of the whip, vroom
I'm puttin' molly in my IV, hmm
Written by: Dwan Avery, Gabriel Shaddow, James Royo, Jeffery Williams, Nayvadius Wilburn, Rahshan Kyles, Tyrone Griffin Jr
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