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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ty Dolla $ign
Ty Dolla $ign
Vocals
Future
Future
Vocals
Young Thug
Young Thug
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dwan Avery
Dwan Avery
Songwriter
James Royo
James Royo
Songwriter
Jeffery Williams
Jeffery Williams
Songwriter
Nayvadius Wilburn
Nayvadius Wilburn
Songwriter
Rahshan Kyles
Rahshan Kyles
Songwriter
Tyrone Griffin Jr
Tyrone Griffin Jr
Songwriter
Gabe Shaddow
Gabe Shaddow
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ty Dolla $ign
Ty Dolla $ign
Producer
James Royo
James Royo
Mixing Engineer
Todd Norman
Todd Norman
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Cicero
Cicero
Producer
Gabe Shaddow
Gabe Shaddow
Producer
Damn James
Damn James
Producer
Eric Manco
Eric Manco
Recording Engineer
Rafael Fai Bautista
Rafael Fai Bautista
Recording Engineer
Dy Krazy
Dy Krazy
Producer

Lyrics

Hit me up Lift me up, pick me up, baby Yeah Off the Xanny, yeah Oh, baby, lift me up, oh, baby, carry me Oh, baby, let me down, oh, baby, tragedy Oh, baby, let me rub you, oh, baby, body I wanna know if you can last no longer, hey Hit me up, hit me up, baby Cartier handcuffs, baby I took off the top, the top of the whip, vroom I'm puttin' molly in my IV (hm) Oh, baby, lift me up, oh, baby, carry me Tent out in Maldives, I'll be your Hercules I'll fuck the shit out of you (ooh, yeah) You'll tell your friends 'bout me (ah, yeah) You so possessive, way too jealous Don't bring your friends around me (me) I had some famous girls, some models And some regular hoes (regular hoes) I tell my bitch about 'em Think it's probably best that she knows (best that she knows) I bought a Richard Mille, it's a Bubba Watson luxury Drop my new shit, now all these bitch wanna fuck with me (me) Another new one in my collection (collection) Nothin' but bad bitches up in my section (my section) Nothin' but princess cuts and baguettes (baguettes) No commercial, wheels up on the jet Oh, baby, lift me up, oh, baby, carry me Oh, baby, let me down, oh, baby, tragedy Oh, baby, let me rub you, oh, baby, body I wanna know if you can last no longer, hey Hit me up, hit me up, baby Cartier handcuffs, baby I took off the top, the top of the whip, vroom I'm puttin' molly in my IV (mm) Private show viewin' on the runway 12-inch heels, Roberto Cavalli Eight zips of codeine in a Hi-C Throwin' private parties at the penthouse at the Marquee Bora Bora villa, yeah Lil' Kim, Hard Core, dead pres' You got more Chanel bags than your birthday Molly and power make you a mermaid Swimmin' in Franklins, swimmin' in Benji You get your backstroke in Stella McCartney My gangbangin' friends gon' be the ones to protect you You been turnin' up ever since that nigga left you Oh, baby, nasty, all nine karats Ghost like Casper, doors open backwards Oh, you a ballerina, tippin' on marble Oh, you got paper for your diamonds, oh, and they sparkle Donald Trump a wrist flick I'm a misfit, but I'ma keep you in some new shit Five languages, girl, name it, I buy the shelf out of Ruth Chris Spaceship got you woozy, every day you wake up is a movie Every day you gotta prove it, you goin' to sleep in jacuzzi Oh, baby, lift me up, oh, baby, carry me (carry me) Oh, baby, let me down (let me down), oh, baby, tragedy (tragedy) Oh, baby, let me rub you, oh, baby, body (oh) I wanna know if you can last no longer (ooh, yeah), hey Hit me up, hit me up, baby Cartier handcuffs, baby I took off the top, the top of the whip, vroom I'm puttin' molly in my IV (hm)
Writer(s): Tyrone William Griffin Jr., Jeffery Lamar Williams, Nayvadius Demun Wilburn, Dwan Avery, James Royo, Rahshan Kyles Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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