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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rick Ross
Rick Ross
Vocals
Summer Walker
Summer Walker
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Summer Walker
Summer Walker
Songwriter
William Leonard Roberts II
William Leonard Roberts II
Songwriter
Harmony Samuels
Harmony Samuels
Songwriter
Rhyon Brown
Rhyon Brown
Songwriter
Brian Alexander Morgan
Brian Alexander Morgan
Songwriter
Jaco Pastorius
Jaco Pastorius
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Edgar "JV" Etienne
Edgar "JV" Etienne
Co-Producer
Harmony Samuels
Harmony Samuels
Producer
Fabian Marasciullo
Fabian Marasciullo
Mixing Engineer
Thomas McLaren
Thomas McLaren
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
David Anthony Bermudez
David Anthony Bermudez
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Summer reign Let's let the top down H Money Convertible music All I ask is that you hold it down for me 'Cause you told me you would be my everything If it's love, then baby, put it on me (I got it, uh) We could hustle this together, you and me 'Cause I told you I could be your everything (Yes) If it's love, then baby, put it on me, yeah, yeah Double M the logo, let the hustle take its course (Maybach Music) I let you fuck me once, you wanna make me yours Gucci shopping bags, I stuff 'em in the 4 by 4's Stop at Louis, post a picture, kill 'em, no remorse Killer license, light a candle, come and fuck the boy (Boy) Whisper nothings in my ear you know that I'll enjoy (Ah) What you talkin' not a problem 'cause I handle yours Fifty stacks a pocket really just for amateurs (Haha) Lickin' on your neck, might wake up pissing in a cup (Uh) Threw Bel-Air bottles on ice just for me to bust (Yes) When you do it like I do, I make you fall in love Never slippin' but the difference is the all above All I ask is that you hold it down for me 'Cause you told me you would be my everything If it's love, then baby, put it on me We could hustle this together, you and me 'Cause I told you I could be your everything If it's love, then baby, put it on me, yeah (Uh) Kissing on you might create some freaky scenes Playing in your weave before I spark my weed Fuck you on the beach, then order UberEats Come to this crib in Lamborghini trucks, then lose my keys New head, ooh, she do it big, the stack just for the wig Tinted windows on the whip, Richard on her wrist Look at how I live, this young nigga rich (Huh) A car wash every day, that dirty money bliss Cocaine residue all on my Fendi shoes Wanna see you shine, that's if we win or lose Told her she can pick my casket and my favorite suit (Yeah) I pray we only lasted if we kept it true (True) Move you to Miami, that's how gangsters play (Boss) Ass filling out her Fashion Nova every day Time is money, and it's been a minute now She a centerfold, every night I pin it down All I ask is that you hold it down for me (Hold it down) 'Cause you told me you would be my everything (Hold it down) If it's love, then baby, put it on me (Put it on me, baby, yeah) We could hustle this together, you and me (Oh, yeah) 'Cause I told you I could be your everything If it's love, then baby, put it on me (Baby) All I ask is that you hold it down for me 'Cause I told you I would be your everything If it's love, then baby, put it on me, baby We could hustle this together, you and me 'Cause I told you I would be your everything If it's love, then baby, put it on me
Writer(s): Brian Alexander Morgan, William Leonard Roberts, Jaco Pastorius, Harmony David Samuels, Edgar M. Etienne, Rhyon Nicole Brown, Summer Marjani Walker Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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