ミュージックビデオ
ミュージックビデオ
クレジット
PERFORMING ARTISTS
August Alsina
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
August Alsina
Composer
Chris Brown
Composer
Sean McMillion
Composer
Ralph Jeanty
Composer
Samuel Irving III
Composer
Christine Massa
Composer
Tremaine Neverson
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Knucklehead
Producer
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
Trehy Harris
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Smack
Recording Engineer
Anthony "Ant" Daniels
Recording Engineer
Brian Springer
Recording Engineer
歌詞
[Intro]
Aye, oh, aye, oh
Aye, oh, uh-huh, whoa-oh
Aye, oh, aye, oh
Aye, whoa-oh, whoa-oh-oh (Uh-huh)
Man, I love this ****, man, I love this ****
Man, I love this ****, man, I love this ****
Man, I love this ****, man, I love this ****
Man, I love this ****, man, I love this ****
[Verse 1]
A **** back with the **** remix, remix, and we 'bout to kill this ****
See, I went and got a little help to get the whole club popping like Freaknik
'Cause I got Rosé, a little Bombay, a little peach CÎROC and we faded
Soon as we step in, we got yo' chick and yo' chick, and yo' chick and I know you hate it
'Cause we lining up the shots, youngin got the heat to make 'em pop
Soon as we hit the parking lot, then we see all the panties drop
Girl, ain't no **** ****, no rich ****, no snitch ****
Yo' **** choosing on a real ****, let her chill, ****, that's real
'Cause I'm so **** up, now I'm talking my ****, way too high to be tripping like this
**** hating hard, **** all on my ****
This is what you want, I'ma put it like this
Lay it down to the Aug', Trey and Chris remix
[Chorus]
Say you love it, you love it, girl (Aye, aye)
You love it, you love it, girl (Aye, uh-huh)
You love it, say you love it, girl (Aye, aye)
You love it, better make you love it, girl (Aye, uh-huh)
The way I **** her, you would think I love this ****
I tell her keep on sucking, girl, get all this ****
And I'ma keep grinding, **** tryna get rich
She tell me keep **** 'cause she love this ****
[Verse 2]
D-d-damn it, I love it, she said she just got her some ****, she said she just got her some ****
Can't wait till I come to her city, can't wait till I come to her city
I smoke till I choke and I'm dizzy, the liquor's invading my kidneys
Been chilling, I'm feel like killing you ****
**** been missing me lately, oh
They love it when I talk to 'em crazy, oh
Suck a **** ****, do it with a lot of spit, let it drip, yeah, catch my babies
Oh-whoa, that's my baby, just do it like you care, girl, don't worry 'bout your
Hair's **** up 'cause I'm pulling like this
Your man's **** up, he don't do you like this
Feels so good that a **** might kiss
If you ask her, she gon' tell you like this
[Chorus]
**** it, she loves it, she loves it
She loves it, she loves it
**** it, she loves it, she loves it
She loves it, she loves it
So I'ma keep on **** like I love this ****
I'ma keep on busting 'cause she loves this ****
I'ma keep stunting 'cause I love being rich
I'ma keep doing it, I does this ****, **** it, I love it
[Verse 3]
She said make love, just make love, just make love to me
Right now, and she want to try some new **** (Just do it, just do it)
She said when I kiss it, gon' and sing to her (Ha)
Like this, la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la
No need for conversation
All we doing is licking and **** and touching
Your booty be speaking another language, oh, yeah
This real life to his fake ****, bottles in the air, I'm faded, drinking
I'm so **** up, now I'm talking my ****
I'm so bossed up, I be talking like Rich
These **** hating hard, **** all on my ****
Baby, when we play, put this song on replay, she like, "Ooh, that's my ****"
[Chorus]
And I love it, I love it (Aye, aye)
I love it, I (Aye)
**** it, I love it, baby (Aye)
I love it, I love it, I (Aye, aye)
I'm gon' love her better 'cause her man ain't ****
And I'ma keep on stroking 'cause she love this ****
And I'ma keep on licking 'cause she love it
She tell me keep **** 'cause she loves this ****
[Outro]
And I love it
Written by: August Anthony Alsina, Christopher Maurice Brown, Samuel Eugene Irving III, Ralph Jeanty, Christine P. Malvasio, Sean McMillion, Tremaine Aldon Neverson