Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Saweetie
Vocals
Lourdiz
Vocals
Mike Crook
Programming
B Ham
Programming
Ryan OG
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alyssa Lourdiz Cantu
Songwriter
Diamonté Harper
Songwriter
Mike Crook
Songwriter
Ryan Ogren
Songwriter
Brandon Hamlin
Songwriter
Randall Avery Hammers
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mike Crook
Producer
DJ Riggins
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Jacob Richards
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Mike Seaberg
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
B Ham
Producer
Ryan OG
Producer
Lyrics
[Intro]
Yeah
[Chorus]
You know I like it nasty, come meet me in the backseat
I don't need nothin' fancy, just slide over my panties
You know I like it nasty, I think you understand me
I don't need nothin' fancy, just slide over my panties
You know I need it real good
Real-real good
Real-real good
You know I need it real good
Real-real good
Real-real good, yeah
Aye
[Verse 1]
You know I keep it classy, but Saweetie like 'em nasty
Bah-bah, two shots, I'ma pop it like a Xanny
Gas up the jet, ****, take me to Miami
Fresh fruit, lookin' at my titty while I'm tanning, please
Take it hella deep, ooh, that's my expertise
Squirt like a soda, suck it off your teeth
Yeah, that volleyball booty, I keep him up, caffeine
With the lullaby pussy, I put 'em right to sleep
I'm a brat, but I'm workin' on my patience
High heels, high class, high maintenance
He wanna put the spatula right in my cake mix
Hmm, I might let him taste it
[Chorus]
You know I like it nasty, come meet me in the backseat
I don't need nothin' fancy, just slide over my panties
You know I like it nasty, I think you understand me
I don't need nothin' fancy, just slide over my panties
You know I need it real good
Real-real good
Real-real good
You know I need it real good
Real-real good
Real-real good, yeah
[Verse 2]
I give a dose of that Britney, make it toxic
A little mix with the pretty and some tonic
I'm only steppin' out if I can make a profit
I got a spot, I was hopin' you could find it
Well, let's rewind it, oh
Fuck a minute man, we on round twenty-two
When he outta town, I play with it on Zoom
You say you backed up, I make it shoot to the moon
If I don't swallow, daddy, that'd be rude
Saweetie fine in real life, make a **** think twice
Hooked on my body, that's a healthy-ass vice
Don't be callin' my phone in the middle of the night, haha
[Chorus]
You know I like it nasty, come meet me in the backseat
I don't need nothin' fancy, just slide over my panties
You know I like it nasty, I think you understand me
I don't need nothin' fancy, just slide over my panties
You know I need it real good
Real-real good
Real-real good
You know I need it real good
Real-real good
Real-real good, yeah
Written by: Alyssa Lourdiz Cantu, Brandon "B Ham" Hamlin, Diamonté Harper, Kaine, Mike Crook, Ryan Ogren