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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jay 305
Jay 305
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
J. Cummins
J. Cummins
Composer
Bryan Roberts
Bryan Roberts
Composer
Mary Brocket
Mary Brocket
Composer
Allen McGrier
Allen McGrier
Composer
Karen Anderson
Karen Anderson
Composer
Chauncey Hannibal
Chauncey Hannibal
Composer
Roosevelt Harrell
Roosevelt Harrell
Composer
Etterlene Jordan
Etterlene Jordan
Composer
Teddy Riley
Teddy Riley
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ron La Tour
Ron La Tour
Producer

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Oh, oh, I'm a baller, baby September 4th, just like Beyoncé, baby Save the small talk, girl, I ain't no counsellor Hit the ten, free, pay see you bounce it, so bounce it I know you heard about Jay through your father probably Got a couple R&B bitches in my pocket Left the studio with ScHoolboy Q Now I'm tryna see what's up with you (hey) I tried to told you, girl, I tried to warn ya (tried warn ya) Have you wished that you live in California Upset, it's a hell of a view Got you sayin' I'm in love with you (aha) But that's all, yeah, you played yourself I was gon' work, work, work but you played yourself So I'm ready to go when you ready But first I got somethin' to say, baby When you say you love me, it don't mean a thing I'm just doing what I do but I'll make it up to you, baby When you say you love me, it don't mean a thing Ride it like a bull when you climb on top, girl You know I'ma give you all I got I'ma pick you in the foreign A couple shots of Patrón, we pourin' Who that nigga on your phone? Ignore him Tell him you'll be back home in the mornin', mornin' Ah, oh, oh I'm back at it Baby so thick, movin' fire traffic Had to hit the backstreets for my lil' freak GPS at 35, I be dead three (35) Got a full tank of gas and the AC blowin' Smellin' good, feelin' good 'cause the money keep comin' I'ma get up in that thang while I'm palmin' your ass I see you feelin' yourself, I gotta tell you somethin' I'ma let you hold me on your front team, yeah But really you ain't sayin' nothin', yeah But I'm ready to go when you're ready But first I got somethin' to say, baby (yeah) When you say you love me, it don't mean a thing I'm just doing what I do but I'll make it up to you, baby When you say you love me, it don't mean a thing Ride it like a bull when you climb on top, girl You know I'ma give you all I got (ah) I'ma pick you in the foreign A couple shots of Patrón, we pourin' Who that nigga on your phone? Ignore him Tell him you'll be back home in the mornin', in the mornin' (mornin', mornin', mornin')
Writer(s): Ron Latour, Bryan Roberts, 2, Jay Cummings, Omari Ishmael Grandberry, Allen Henry Mcgrier, Jay 305 Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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