크레딧

실연 아티스트
Future
Future
보컬
Justin Bieber
Justin Bieber
보컬
Don Toliver
Don Toliver
보컬
Sped Up Nightcore
Sped Up Nightcore
실연자
작곡 및 작사
Justin Bieber
Justin Bieber
가사
Caleb Toliver
Caleb Toliver
가사
Nayvadius Wilburn
Nayvadius Wilburn
가사
Omar Guetfa
Omar Guetfa
작곡가
Rob Bisel
Rob Bisel
작곡가
Ronald LaTour
Ronald LaTour
작곡가
Derek “206derek” Anderson
작사가 겸 작곡가
프로덕션 및 엔지니어링
Omar Guetfa
Omar Guetfa
프로듀서
Rob Bisel
Rob Bisel
프로듀서
Eric Manco
Eric Manco
보컬 녹음 엔지니어
Josh Gudwin
Josh Gudwin
보컬 녹음 엔지니어
Dominic Vicario
Dominic Vicario
어시스턴트 녹음 엔지니어
Damon “DJ” Riggins Jr.
어시스턴트 믹싱 엔지니어
Jacob Richards
Jacob Richards
어시스턴트 믹싱 엔지니어
Mike Seaberg
Mike Seaberg
어시스턴트 믹싱 엔지니어
Rachael Blum
Rachael Blum
어시스턴트 믹싱 엔지니어
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
믹싱 엔지니어
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
마스터링 엔지니어
Derek “206derek” Anderson
녹음 엔지니어
Cardo Got Wings
Cardo Got Wings
프로듀서
RYAN MELLOW
RYAN MELLOW
녹음 엔지니어
206Derek
206Derek
프로듀서

가사

[Chorus]
I'm feelin' stuck (Feelin' stuck)
I'm off a bean (Yeah), like, what the fuck? (What the fuck?)
I'm in the tree (Tree), she holler up (Holler up)
What you need? (What you need?) Got it up (Ooh-ooh)
[Verse 1]
I don't know why these hoes can't stand me
I guess I'm too demanding
Wanna hit the double Coke, the candy (Candy)
I'm so high, no landing (Landing)
Keepin' that Glock, grip steady (Steady)
Rockin' this shit, confetti (Confetti)
They all let it go on the telly (Telly)
They all wanna rub my belly
I got my dawgs out, I'm poppin' at the Ritz (At the—)
I got 'em comin' in, shit look like a blitz (Look like a—)
She wanna check me up, she wanna check my fit (Check my—)
I pull up, the Maybach jumpin', shorty better check my hits
I don't know why these hoes can't stand me
I guess I'm too demanding
Private landing, I guess I keep my candy
She a super soaker when the beaches sandy
I got her in the O, call, better call me Randy
[Verse 2]
Diamonds and Margiela, AP canary yellow
Yeah, she deserve a Patek, 'cause she one of the members (For sure)
When it come, it's adorable, money not a problem (Hmm)
Turned me to a killer, I just smashed a model (Yeah)
Tiffany come blue, her pussy good and pink (Pink)
Chicago in the wintertime, I'm orderin' minks (The mink)
Sellin' out arenas, I just murked the streets (The streets)
Coppin' a brand new castle in the Middle East (Woo, yeah)
My bitch sit Indian style when we sit down and eat (Woo)
I could do this shit, one take, but my style ain't free (Woo, Pluto)
I don't take hoes on no date, 'less they got pretty feet (I swear)
Quarter million on her head, quarter million on her head (Ah, yeah)
She mop it down the best, I can't feel my leg (My leg, I swear)
I done sniped off your ho' for a crumb of bread (Ho)
Got racks goin' out the roof, they bustin' through the ceilin' (Racks)
My new bitch, she the truth, show me a couple million (Freebandz)
[Chorus]
All on your body, like I'm—
I'm feelin' stuck (Feelin' stuck)
I'm off a bean (Yeah), like, what the fuck? (What the fuck?)
I'm in the tree (Tree), she holler up (Holler up)
What you need? (What you need?) Got it up (Ooh-ooh, yeah)
[Bridge]
Mm, keep goin', mm (Oh-yeah)
Keep goin', keep goin' (Mm-hmm)
Keep goin', keep goin'
Mm, keep goin', keep goin'
Mm, keep goin', keep goin'
Mm, go, go
Mm, keep goin', keep goin'
Mm, go
I guess I'm spinnin', double cup, I'm leanin'
(So good, so good, taste it, talk to me)
Guess I'm spinnin', double cup, I'm leanin'
Need you to lean in (Yeah)
[Verse 3]
She wanna come this way, uh (Come on)
Heat it up, microwave (Heat it up)
Heat it up, mic—, what, what?
She wanna ride my wave
She wanna come this way (She wanna—)
She wanna—, uh (She wanna—), she wanna—
She wanna—, notice how you're feelin' tonight (Ah, yeah-yeah, so tight, baby, sure, tonight)
Oh, it's how you're feelin' tonight
I guess I'm too demanding, I guess I'll keep my candy
(I tried to tell you, but you know the demons guiding)
Just touched down in Miami (In Miami)
I guess I'll keep my candy, I guess I'm too demanding
She wanna ride my wave, she wanna rock my chain
Heat it up, microwave, come on, I'll share my plate (Come on)
She wanna ride my wave, she wanna rock my chain
Heat it up, microwave, come here, and share my plate
[Chorus]
I'm feelin' stuck (Feelin' stuck)
I'm off a bean (Yeah), like, what the fuck? (What the fuck?)
I'm in the tree (Tree), she holler up (Holler up)
What you need? (What you need?) Got it up (Yeah)
Written by: Caleb Toliver, Derek Anderson, Justin Bieber, Nayvadius Wilburn, Omar Guetfa, Rob Bisel, Ronald LaTour
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