Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Paul Russell
Paul Russell
Vocals
Sean Cook
Sean Cook
Bass
Nico Aranda
Nico Aranda
Electric Guitar
Ryan Cook
Ryan Cook
Drums
Scotty Mearig
Scotty Mearig
Keyboards
Ryan Svendson
Ryan Svendson
Horn
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Paul Russell
Paul Russell
Songwriter
Sean Cook
Sean Cook
Songwriter
Richard Parker
Richard Parker
Songwriter
Raymond Haley
Raymond Haley
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sean Cook
Sean Cook
Producer
Raúl López
Raúl López
Mixing Engineer
Ryan Schwabe
Ryan Schwabe
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Yeah What's up, baby? Say, "Cheese" Steppin' out, purple Mercedes (yeah) Fall in love, why don't you make me? (Come make me) You want a picture? Just say, "Please" (oh-oh-oh) Baby (baby) Wearin' this fit that they gave me (gave me) Baby, this isn't from Macy (nah, nah, Macy) If you want a picture, just say, "Please" (oh-oh-oh) We at some beach bar, lookin' for a key card Baby girl, sweetheart, this not luck (yeah) Michelin three star, drawers say P.R You know whose these are, girl, what's up? I'm in Hollywood, walkin' with a dip So your ex get cropped if he ever in the pic Wanna window-shop? (Uh-huh) Tell me what you wanna get Little somethin' for your hips, little money in your wrist (Do you want your receipt back?) Uh, and when you come through, it's all love tonight Huh, hey, so what we gon' do? (We'll light up the sky) Okay, you know I told you (so girl, start actin' right) You know what I'm talkin' 'bout It don't matter which side is your good side Say, "Cheese" (hey) Steppin' out, purple Mercedes (Mercedes) Fall in love, why don't you make me? (Come make me) You want a picture? Just say, "Please" (oh-oh-oh, yeah) Baby (baby, hey) Wearin' this fit that they gave me (gave me) Baby, this isn't from Macy's (nuh-uh, uh, Macy's) If you want a picture, just say, "Please" (oh-oh-oh) Yeah (haha) Look, right now I have 459 unread messages If I don't hit you back, be patient They was sleepin', yo But they find the words when you got some commas I cleaned up and since I'm poppin', her texts be like Dr. Bronner's It's word from the top to bottom, it's word to Lil' Mama I be pop ballin' by the dollars, am I Madonna? Obama? I'm on the top of the game, shawty stop at the gate I'm on the phone with the bank and they ain't talkin' the same It's God mockin' it up, I just walk on the plane I look at who's tryna holla, it feel like a holiday, what's up? Huh, and when you come through (it's all love tonight) Huh, hey, so what we gon' do? (We'll light up the sky) Okay, you know I told you (so girl, start actin' right) I know you didn't put that fit on without takin' pictures Come on Say, "Cheese" Steppin' out, purple Mercedes Fall in love, why don't you make me? You want a picture? Just say, "Please" (oh-oh-oh, yeah) Baby (baby, yeah) Wearin' this fit that they gave me (they gave me) Baby, this isn't from Macy's (Macy's) If you want a picture, just say, "Please" (oh-oh-oh) How's it goin'? Can I get the hot chicken sandwich And your sweet potato rice Yeah
Writer(s): Sean Christian Cook, Paul Daniel Russell, Richard Parker, Raymond Haley Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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