Crediti
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Paul James
Performer
RILEY
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Paul Malczewski
Lyrics
Riley James Buccola
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Austin Hull
Producer
Testi
Another night, nother weekend
VIP table for the evening
Black card so it's open season
Spending them racks on rack on racks
1942 bottles on bottles
Booth overflowing with models on models
But none it appeals to me
Only focused on if you're really feeling me
Like damn
I don't mean to stare
But I aint seen you yet
Who you'd come with?
Like damn
These women don't compare
I mean no disrespect
But let's get outta here
I don't like to fantasize
I'm just gonna speak my mind
We don't need to waste each other's time
Baby I'm feeling your vibe
Black dress slit on the side
But i think it'd look better on the floor
Of my penthouse suite for the rest of the night
Skip the DMs, baby let's slide
Lights down, bottle of wine
I ain't pushing no pressure but I'm laying my cards
You're the only one catching my eye
Baby let me love you just right
You got me dreamin off the 42 like it's still all star weekend
Bad as hell I put that on the hood damn girl and that's on Jesus
I know you gone carry my 9
In ur birkin we don't leave it outside
Double R girl I'm faded but I'll drive
Baby tell me what you wanna do
We can hit chateau
If that's the low ur tryna keep it on
Or we can whip it fast up Mulholland
Pedal to the floor like its stolen
Yea yea
I don't give a fuck where we at baby girl know I'm feelin you
It could be the club or tha crib or tha car girl I'm into you
Baby I'm feeling your vibe
Black dress slit on the side
But i think it'd look better on the floor
Of my penthouse suite for the rest of the night
Skip the DMs, baby let's slide
Lights down, bottle of wine
I ain't pushing no pressure but I'm laying my cards
You're the only one catching my eye
Baby let me love you just right
I don't like rules and I don't do commitment
I don't need friends' names, I don't want digits
Other than that, nothing's really off limits
You swear you'll change my ways
But I swear you'll lose that game
Carve your name into my frame
I don't like to fantasize
I'm just gonna speak my mind
We don't need to waste each other's time
Baby I'm feeling your vibe
Black dress slit on the side
But i think it'd look better on the floor
Of my penthouse suite for the rest of the night
Skip the DMs, baby let's slide
Lights down, bottle of wine
I ain't pushing no pressure but I'm laying my cards
You're the only one catching my eye
Baby let me love you just right
Written by: Paul Malczewski, Riley James Buccola