Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
T-Pain
Chant
NLE Choppa
Chant
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Aliaune Thiam
Paroles/Composition
Alphonzo Bailey
Paroles/Composition
Bryson Potts
Paroles/Composition
Dameon Sean Hughes
Paroles/Composition
Darryl Richardson
Paroles/Composition
Earl Stevens
Paroles/Composition
Faheem Najm
Paroles/Composition
Isaac Hayes
Paroles/Composition
Jarvis Griffin
Paroles/Composition
Jasiel Robinson
Paroles/Composition
Jonathan Smith
Paroles/Composition
Miguel Willis
Paroles/Composition
Reginald Jones
Paroles/Composition
Richard Sims
Paroles/Composition
Sean Joseph
Paroles/Composition
Xavier Barrios
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
NLE Choppa
Production
Tiernan Cranny
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Aaron Mattes
Ingénierie de mixage
Superstar O.
Production
Project X
Production
Paroles
[Intro]
Baby girl
What's your name?
Let me talk to you, let me buy you a drink
Know you felt pain, baby, it's me
NLE C-H-O-P (Baby)
[Verse 1]
Let me buy you a drink, I don't know what you on
But I hope that I'm takin' you home
Don't play no games, just me and you grown
Favorite language when you moan
Snap your fingers, do it right, if you need dick in your life
Shoppin' sprees all on me, told your ass I'd treat you right (Baby)
Face in the pillow, your ass in the air
Fuck you like a slut, I'll take you down, make you cum 'til it's nothin' left
Give a fuck what they'll say about you, you my ho
Any opp that you got, I swear, they're mine too
[Chorus]
Touch me, just, yeah, yeah
Get money, mane
Touch me, just, yeah, yeah
Get money, mane
[Verse 2]
Keep me a gavel, too much to handle
Pass her a thousand, never a hassle
Pussy be shallow, but I'm in the deep end, São Paulo
She got me tweakin' when they 'round (Tweakin')
Got me fiendin', I want more
Wet dreamin' with you-ooh
Got you screamin' like, "Ooh-ooh-ooh" (Baby)
It's gon' be some weird days, but you know that they can't always last forever, no
I hold you close, won't ever let you go
Say, my love make you say, "Jeez Louise, baby"
Now walk it out and talk it out
Your attitude, I fuck it out you
Mind stuck thinkin' 'bout you like, oh, snap
Know I bring that freak up out you
Body language, read about you
Your last ****, he was coward, he was all cap
[Chorus]
Touch me, just, yeah, yeah
Get money, mane
Touch me, just, yeah, yeah
Get money, mane
[Outro]
She made us drinks, and drink, we drunk 'em
And now I think she thinks I'm cool
Written by: Aliaune Thiam, Alphonzo Bailey, Bryson Potts, Dameon Sean Hughes, Darryl Richardson, Earl Stevens, Faheem Najm, Isaac Hayes, Jarvis Griffin, Jasiel Robinson, Jonathan Smith, Miguel Willis, Reginald Jones, Richard Sims, Sean Joseph, Xavier Barrios

