Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Coi Leray
Coi Leray
Vocals
Gunna
Gunna
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Maxwell James Nichols
Maxwell James Nichols
Songwriter
Danny Lee Snodgrass, Jr.
Danny Lee Snodgrass, Jr.
Songwriter
Geno Gitas
Geno Gitas
Songwriter
Sergio Kitchens
Sergio Kitchens
Songwriter
Coi Leray Collins
Coi Leray Collins
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Taz Taylor
Taz Taylor
Producer
Maxwell James Nichols
Maxwell James Nichols
Producer
Ken "Duro" Ifill
Ken "Duro" Ifill
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Only throw it back for the real one You don't fall with the fake, you ain't a real one Red underneath the shoes, yeah, the heel one I just got me some new Yeah, Balenciaga hoodie, yeah, the teal one You already know what the deal was Baby got them soft lips, tryna feel some I'll make your dreams come true Slide, I know you're so lonely, just come to my side We could talk or fuck, just let me make you mine Big bags, baguettes put me in some number 9's Boy, we could be so perfect I promise that I'm worth it, ayy Yeah, we started off as friends Then we did in it in a Benz, had me curlin' up my toes We just ridin' through the waves, so deep in Boy, you got me open Stay focused, give that boy a whiplash When he dive in it, it's like, "Oh, shit" As long as you knew this Only throw it back for the real one You don't fall with the fake, you ain't a real one Red underneath the shoes, yeah, the heel one I just got me some new Yeah, Balenciaga hoodie, yeah, the teal one You already know what the deal was Baby got them soft lips, tryna feel some I'll make your dreams come true Slide, I know you're so lonely, just come by my side We could talk or fuck, just let me make you mine Big bags, baguettes put me in number 9's Boy, we could be so perfect I promise that I'm worth it, ayy It feel like a real one You just gotta take your time with a real one I'm just hopin' you can ride for a real one How I know you fall in love with a real one? You cryin' 'cause your heart heavy Introduce you to the real, you was so ready On the outside lookin' in, everything pretty We rollin' like a stolen Benz with no speed limit I wanna teach you to do better, now I see you winnin' I bought you the Balenci' sweater, love the way that it's fittin' You got that top off, blow the ceiling, it's very addicting Young Gunna wanna hit again, that sexual healing Like an ocean when I'm in it Eyes rolling slow motion when I hit it Fuckin' on the balcony, I can see the whole city Owner of a company worth a couple million, yeah Only throw it back for the real one You don't fall with the fake, you ain't a real one Red underneath the shoes, yeah, the heel one I just got me some new Yeah, Balenciaga hoodie, yeah, the teal one You already know what the deal was Baby got them soft lips, tryna feel some I'll make your dreams come true Slide, I know you're so lonely, just come by my side We could talk or fuck, just let me make you mine Big bags, baguettes put me in number 9's Boy, we could be so perfect I promise that I'm worth it, ayy
Writer(s): Sergio Kitchens, Maxwell James Nichols, Danny Lee Snodgrass Jr., Coi Leray Collins, Geno James Gitas Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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