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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tyga
Tyga
Vocals
Takeoff
Takeoff
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michael Stevenson
Michael Stevenson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
d.a. got that dope
d.a. got that dope
Producer

Lyrics

D.A. got that dope Ayy, yeah Tell your friend she invited (Invited) And I know she gon' like it (Like it) Pull up to the gate, it's private (Private) So baby, just slide in Uh, 24-7, I'm in high demand Got too many hoes, I just leave 'em on read Too much sex, shawty, you can give me head She know I'm thinkin' it, but I ain't gotta say it Blueprints, new house, this a temp (Yeah) I'm throwin' parties all week like Coachella, bitch (Ah) Rollin' loud on the balcony, watch the set (Uh) That Rihanna kush (Uh), keep her pussy wet (Wet) Uh, I'm talkin' to my life like, "You're the best" Niggas wanna strike, young boy, you don't pose a thread (Nope) Stones in the safe, all I'm sayin' my paper legit Niggas wanna say you ain't shit when they know you the shit If hell froze over, I'm just tryna get the ice Patek Wealth for my lil' man, royalties on his desk Runnin' through the hallways, up from the South of France I'ma count this million, pull up on me 'round ten Ayy Tell your friend she invited (Invited) And I know she gon' like it (Like it) Pull up to the gate, it's private (Private) So baby, just slide in (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) Taste kush, I'ma light it (Light it) Bring the liquor, bring your best friends (Best friends) Pull up to the gate, it's private (Private) So baby, just slide in (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) Ride with me, baby (Come on) To the 305, slip and slide with me, baby (Yeah) Show you when I get inside, all this time we done wasted (Time) We got Cookies by the flavors and got bottles by the cases Just like a rookie got a agent, I got bitches by the braces (Yeah) Takin' jets to different places (Whew), pick up backends on occasions (Cash) The bigger the mansion, bigger the gate is The bigger the bad, the bigger the plate is (Big) I'd rather be rich than famous The bigger you get, the bigger the hate is Tell your friends they all invited (Invited) I'm bringin' my dogs, they bitin' (Hurr) The room, it sound like a storm A little bit of thunder, strike out the lightnin' (Boom) Spicy, know she spicy (Spicy) Wet-wet like a Pisces (Wet-wet) Drip, Lil Boosie, bite me (Drip, drip, splash) Ayy Tell your friend she invited (Invited) And I know she gon' like it (Like it) Pull up to the gate, it's private (Private) So baby, just slide in (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) Taste kush, I'ma light it (Light it) Bring the liquor, bring your best friends (Best friends) Pull up to the gate, it's private (Private) So baby, just slide in (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) Slide like we in four On a Sunday, top down, wind blowin' Kush in the jar, lil' baby, we can roll some Back seat, I'ma beat it up like it stole somethin' Get it wet, I'ma slide in All my diamonds dancin', they vibin' Girl, don't tell nobody, don't be triflin' (Ooh yeah) Goin' face first, I'ma dive in Whoa Tell your friend she invited (Invited) And I know she gon' like it (Like it) Pull up to the gate, it's private (Private) So baby, just slide in (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) Taste kush, I'ma light it (Light it) Bring the liquor, bring your best friends (Best friends) Pull up to the gate, it's private (Private) So baby, just slide in (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Writer(s): David Doman, Tyrone Griffin, Michael Stevenson, Kirsnick Khari Ball, Justin Thomas Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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