Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fredo Bang
Fredo Bang
Vocals
KGrayWhatitDo
KGrayWhatitDo
Programming
DJ Chose
DJ Chose
Programming
Mykel on the Beat
Mykel on the Beat
Programming
CeeFineAss
CeeFineAss
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Frederick Givens II
Frederick Givens II
Songwriter
Norman Payne
Norman Payne
Songwriter
Mykel Tharron Cook
Mykel Tharron Cook
Songwriter
Kermit Wayne Gray
Kermit Wayne Gray
Songwriter
Kenneth Gamble
Kenneth Gamble
Songwriter
Leon Huff
Leon Huff
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
KGrayWhatitDo
KGrayWhatitDo
Producer
DJ Chose
DJ Chose
Producer
Mykel on the Beat
Mykel on the Beat
Co-Producer
hardbody Beazy
hardbody Beazy
Mixing Engineer
Jess Jackson
Jess Jackson
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

(KGray)
(Ain't that DJ Chose over there?)
(Mmm, look like DJ Chose)
(Yeah, right there, Mykel)
You lookin' good, but I can't wait to see you naked
If you give it to me, I won't say shit
Baby, it's our time, it's what we make it
And when it's over
You gon' be droppin' on me, droppin' on me, droppin' on me
Gon' be droppin' on me, droppin' on me, droppin' on me
Gon' be droppin' on me, droppin' on me, droppin' on me
Gon' be droppin' on me, droppin' on me, droppin' on me
Yeah, tryna take you home, give you that get-right
Tryna beat it up just like a fistfight
I see you starin' over there, you look like my type
Your **** goofy, lookin' stupid, tell him get like
You smellin' sweet, then I'm gon' eat you like some fruit
I eat it right, I sip the water out your pool
Hop on top and ride just like the Easter Bunny
I push it deep, my tip rubbin' on your tummy (In your stomach)
You lookin' good, but I can't wait to see you naked
If you give it to me, I won't say shit
Baby, it's our time, it's what we make it
And when it's over
You gon' be droppin' on me, droppin' on me, droppin' on me
Gon' be droppin' on me, droppin' on me, droppin' on me
Gon' be droppin' on me, droppin' on me, droppin' on me
Gon' be droppin' on me, droppin' on me, droppin' on me
You got them pretty brown eyes, drivin' me wild
Girl, got enough paper, I could change your life
You just gotta take a chance, come and roll the dice
Money ain't shit, I put your whole neck and wrist on ice
He treat you bad, you need to switch that
If I make you mine, I promise that you never switch back
Every time I stroke, I make it fart, I make it talk back
I ain't pullin' out, I guess I'm paintin' where your walls at
You lookin' good, but I can't wait to see you naked
If you give it to me, I won't say shit
Baby, it's our time, it's what we make it
And when it's over
You gon' be droppin' on me, droppin' on me, droppin' on me
Gon' be droppin' on me, droppin' on me, droppin' on me
Gon' be droppin' on me, droppin' on me, droppin' on me
Gon' be droppin' on me, droppin' on me, droppin' on me
Cute, thick bitch and I be droppin' on your ****
He gotta break me off with the motherfuckin' figures
When he want this pussy, he just call me for dinner
I'm 'bout to ride his face like he put me on the menu
His bitch actin' up, so he callin' me
He tryna give me his dick and caress on me
See his bitch on the 'Gram, she be doin' the most
But I ain't fussin' with no bitch who can't hold they own
(Yeah, right there, Mykel)
Written by: Frederick Givens II, Kenneth Gamble, Kermit Wayne Gray, Leon Huff, Mykel Tharron Cook, Norman Payne
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