In primo piano
I successi di Birdman
Suggerimenti
Crediti
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Birdman
Vocals
Jacquees
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bryan Christopher Williams
Songwriter
Jacquees Rodriquez Broadnax
Songwriter
Daniel Lebrun
Songwriter
Damas Petit
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DRok
Producer
Super Earz
Producer
Fareed “Rip” Salamah
Recording Engineer
Hershey Blakk
Mixing Engineer
Jeremy Carr
Mixing Engineer
Testi
Ain't been in Miami in months (Woo)
Ain't drove the Bugatti in months (Yeah, c'mon)
Let's hit Fingalicking for lunch (What up, Captain?)
South Beach poker room, you're my lunch, aw yeah (Yeah)
You get me so high, baby, I don't need no drug (Yeah)
Don't be wasting my time, girl I need your love (Your love)
Go get the lotion (Yeah), let me rub, yeah (C'mon)
This ain't lust, yeah (Nah), I ain't bluffin' (Yeah)
Girl you're my focus (Girl you're my focus)
How the fuck you ain't notice? (How the fuck you ain't notice?)
That I'm the only nigga for ya (I am)
Never puttin' bitches before ya (Puttin' bitches before ya)
Let's take a ride down Ocean (Yeah, c'mon)
Girl we could slide to the fifteen (Yeah)
Go get some breakfast at the Big Pink (You like it?)
Girl it's a vibe when you with me (Yeah)
When you with me baby
Ain't been in Miami in months (In months)
Ain't drove the Bugatti in months (In months)
Let's hit Fingalicking for lunch (What up, Captain?)
South Beach poker room, you're my lunch, aw yeah (Yeah)
You get me so high, baby, I don't need no drug (Yeah)
Don't be wasting my time, girl I need your love (Your love)
Go get the lotion (Yeah), let me rub, yeah (C'mon)
This ain't lust, yeah (Nah), I ain't bluffin' (Yeah)
Take you to Bal Harbour, let's go shopping
Come meet me in Sony and Versace
Now I could Gucci, Louis all your bags, yeah
She want Chanel, girl, go get all of that
Fendi bag, Balenciaga pants
Saint Laurent, Burberry handbags
Off-White you ain't never seen yet
Can you meet me, at LaPerla here at the ocean?
Ain't been in Miami in months (Alright)
Ain't drove the Bugatti in months (Yeah, me and Stunna Man)
Let's hit Fingalicking for lunch (What up, Cap'?)
South Beach poker room, you're my lunch, aw yeah (Yeah)
You get me so high, baby, I don't need no drug (Yeah)
Don't be wasting my time, girl I need your love (Nah)
Go get the lotion, let me rub, yeah (Yeah, c'mon)
This ain't lust, yeah, I ain't bluffin' (What? Yeah)
Writer(s): Bryan Williams, Rodriquez Jacquees Broadnax, Daniel Lebrun, Damas Petit
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