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Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Amaarae
Chant
Yves Rothman
Guitare
Michael "Quinn" Walford-Williams
Guitare
Sabrina Noemie Miloko
Chœurs
Emeka E.O.
Instrument à cordes
Bryan De Leon
Batterie
Joey Howard
Basse
Adrianne Pope
Violon
Mona Tian
Violon
Marta Honer
Alto
Derek Stein
Violoncelle
Clementine Creevy
Chœurs
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Yves Rothman
Paroles/Composition
Christian Gregory
Paroles/Composition
Michael "Quinn" Walford-Williams
Paroles/Composition
Ama Serwah Genfi
Paroles/Composition
Mason "Maesu" Tanner
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Yves Rothman
Production
Christian Gregory
Production
Noah Glassman
Ingénierie de mixage
Jesse Newport
Ingénierie
Dale Becker
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Katie Harvey
Assistance d’ingénierie de mastérisation
Noah McCorkle
Assistance d’ingénierie de mastérisation
Paroles
Wasted, gotta call a friend to come running
Laced it, just a little blow in the money
Denim Louis bag and a 2000 Impala
I just popped a tag on a bitch to make her mama
Alimony Ama, got her for the drama
She out with her shottas
She taste a bit and take it how she wanna
And she want it, want it
And she want it, want it
And she want it, want it
Alimony Ama, get it from her mama
She out with her shottas
She taste a bit and take it how she wanna
And she want it, want it
And she want it, want it
And she want it, want it
Break it down, buss it on the pole
Money on the floor
Come on home to God
Come on home to God
And shе want it, want it
And she want it, want it
Break it down, buss it on the polе
Money on the floor
Then come on home to God
Home to God
And she want it, want it
And she want it, want it
Shawty say she love me like she love the Lord
When I'm in that pussy, I'm above the law
If I had the world, I still would end it all
Thousand and one reasons not to get involved
I'ma call my ex and say I love her in the past tense
Drinking from a fountain, she anoint me like a pastor
Triple-winged angel 'bout to turn me to a bastard
Devil doing favors that a nigga never asked for
Break it down, buss it on the pole
Money on the floor
Come on home to God
Come on home to God
Break it down, buss it on the pole
Money on the floor
Come on home to God
Home to God
And she want it, want it
And she want it, want it
And she want it, want it
And she want it, want it
And she want it, want it
And she want it, want it
And she want it, want it
And she want it, want it
And she want it, want it
And she want it, want it
Writer(s): Yves Rothman, Mason Tanner, Ama Serwah Genfi, Christian Gregory
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