Vídeo da música
Vídeo da música
Créditos
INTERPRETAÇÃO
Tyla
Vocais principais
Gunna
Vocais
Skillibeng
Vocais
Ari PenSmith
Vocal de apoio
Mocha
Vocal de apoio
Believve
Vocal de apoio
Sammy Soso
Vocal de apoio
COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA
Ariowa Irosogie
Composição
Imani Lewis
Composição
Corey Marlon Lindsay-Keay
Composição
Tyla Seethal
Composição
Samuel Awuku
Composição
Sergio Kitchens
Composição
Emwah Warmington
Letra
PRODUÇÃO E ENGENHARIA
Ari PenSmith
Produção vocal
Mocha
Produção vocal
Believve
Produção vocal
Sammy Soso
Produção
Charlie Rolfe
Engenharia (gravação)
Flo Ongonga
Engenharia (gravação)
Aidan Duncan
Engenharia (assistente)
Colin Leonard
Engenharia (masterização)
Leandro Hidalgo
Engenharia (mixagem)
Letra
[Intro]
Original gyal, you aren't a replica (No)
Smooth dean, no regular degular (No)
Pretty for real, and pretty pon mi cellular (No)
Mi know say yuh hot (No)
[Verse 1]
They never had a pretty girl from Joburg
See me now, and that's what they prefer
I don't touch no wheel 'cause I gotta chauffeur
First class, how I get 'round the world
Just miss me with the drama unless ya comin' with the commas
Double it up
Oh, DJ turn the sound up 'cause we 'bout to pour the rounds up
Tell 'em double it up
[PreChorus]
From Jozi to Ibiza
They say it doesn’t get sweeter
Feel my body banging like speaker
Ooh, sweating out my concealer
Skin tight, no millimeter
And my face card make 'em feel weaker
But you know that my body is a healer
Ooh, I love to make it
[Chorus]
Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump
Oh, you know I love to make it jump, jump, jump
Tump, tump, tump, tump, back it up-tup
Haibo, you know I love to make it
Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump
Oh, you know I love to make it jump, jump, jump
Tump, tump, tump, tump, back it up-tup
Haibo, you know I love to make it
[Verse 2]
Only gotta make a call and I’m here
Girl, I wanna know your vibe, oh, yeah
Listen to me, I put some carats in your ear
Make this stick jump, I want to put it in her rear
Wanna give D, I serve it like a dealer
Deep in her throat while I'm digging in her middle
I'm back in Joburg, it can't feel no realer
A perfect picture like a Polaroid
(Haibo) She a trophy, no award
Baby sweet and tender like sirloin
Told the chauffeur take you to a Chanel store
Ever play with you, it be a world war
Tell 'em double it up
[PreChorus]
From Jozi to Ibiza
They say it doesn’t get sweeter
Feel my body banging like speaker
Ooh, sweating out my concealer
Skin tight, no millimeter
And my face card make 'em feel weaker
But you know that my body is a healer
Ooh, I love to make it
[Chorus]
Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump
Oh, you know I love to make it jump, jump, jump
Tump, tump, tump, tump, back it up-tup
Haibo, you know I love to make it
Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump
Oh, you know I love to make it jump, jump, jump
Tump, tump, tump, tump, back it up-tup
Haibo, you know I love to make it
[Outro]
Original gyal, you aren't a replica (No)
Smooth dean, no regular degular (No)
Pretty for real, and pretty pon mi cellular (No)
Mi know say yuh hot (No)
Written by: Ariowa Irosogie, Corey Marlon Lindsay-Keay, Emwah Warmington, Imani Lewis, Sammy Soso, Samuel Awuku, Sergio Kitchens, Tyla Seethal

