Créditos
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nicholas Lamar Townsend
Songwriter
Landis Khalil Richardson
Songwriter
Quentin Coleman
Songwriter
Letra
Don't you fall, you can catch that wall
Don't you fall, you can rock that wall
Don't you fall, you can mix that wall
Don't you fall, you can clamp that wall
Don't you fall, you can catch that wall
Don't you fall, you can rock that wall
Don't you fall, you can mix that wall
Boogie, boogie, boogie time
Boogie, boogie, boogie time
Yeah
Yeah
See, baby, this is not Margiela
Seats French vanilla
Swiped my card again, on cardigan weather
At the moment, got my eyes on two
ATM nearby, all the cash get through
Please believe, all the tens gettin' jacked by me
And the queens who act shy
Want a king in the sheets
As expected, I need all ends
She take cash compliments
Or any type of fuckin' acceptment
After we leave here, can we pick up your best friend
The long-haired one, please send her a message
Tell her where we goin', that'll make her invested
She said she heard of this spot, then she asked one question
How many bad bitches like me you done slept with
And of them same women, who are you still textin'
Uh-uh, not a word, no, that ain't your business
As far as I'm concerned, baby, you too different
I need to keep you, take you home this Christmas
Based off your old pics, whole shape been shifted
Look like your thighs eatin' up the jeans now
What you mean I planned this out
Baby, this here's a freestyle
I need you to put your hands on the ground
And your knees towards the floor
Baby, shake that, shake that
Don't you fall you can catch that wall
Yeah
Don't you know you can rock that wall
This for the girls up in London, baddies overseas
I wanna see you dance put your hands on your knees
Don't you fall you can catch that wall
Yeah
Don't you fall you can rock that wall
This for the girls up in London, baddies overseas
I wanna..
Cause it's a five-star hotel, but it's two more walkin' in
My homies ain't comin' through unless you bringin' friends
Okay, your face card good, but I still gotta search ya
I'm tryna see what you workin' with before I work ya
Uh huh, Looks nice
You can slide through, I told her pack a bag for the night
She replied, cool
So, I guess we goin' up
I even bought a new purse to match the potion in her cup
Lando what you think
Her and ole girl, would make the perfect pair
She from Paris
She said her parents done tried marriage
Like two or three times
So she used to sharing
The other one from Zone 6 Atlanta
Now how that happen
It's only two of us, ten tens
What are we supposed to do if all of them get to scrappin'
I'ma cut the speaker on, hopin' they turn backwards
Now sit your ass down, girl, you owe me a lap dance
I need all the bad bitches around the world
Yes, you too, girl
To tap in, come kick it with NMFO
N-M-F-O, but it's not for the kids though
Cause NMFO accepts all types of freak hoes
Like you
I wanna see you grip up the wall
Don't fall when I'm in it
I had to pause for a minute
This is the House of Groove where we love all women
Yeah
This for the girls up in London, baddies overseas
I wanna see you dance with your hands on your knees
Yeah
This for the girls up in London, baddies overseas
I wanna
Yeah
Written by: Landis Khalil Richardson, Nicholas Lamar Townsend, Quentin Coleman

