Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mack Wilds
Performer
Pusha T
Performer
Bink
Bass
Alan Ritter
Keyboards
Chessika Cartwright
Background Vocals
Tim Davies
Strings
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mack Wilds
Composer
Salaam Remi
Composer
Roosevelt Harrell
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bink
Producer
Salaamremi.com
Producer
Ryan Evans
Recording Engineer
Gary Noble
Mixing Engineer
Gleyder "Gee" Disla
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
Hello? Hello? (Yeah)
Hello? Hello? (Yo, alright)
King Pusha, drop classics
Like A.I., uh, no practice
More blow with 'em, no traffic
Dollar for dollar, motherfucker, I match it
He produce the beat, I toe tags it
Jigga flow, now who better to jack it?
Pusha Ton, huh? Mack Wilds here
Big dawg who? Salaam Remi, yeah
We can take it back to my crib
We can get away, no photographs
Chilling all alone in my home, what you on?
My crib
If you wanna roll, let's roll
Why you tryna front? You know what you want
Who's this, I see?
Brown eyes, 5'3"
Legs right, ass tight
Just what I need to make my night right
And I need some change
Money come and go like planes
You a fly dime, what's your name? Hah
Cause you're looking like a perfect love song
Girl, you got me going with your clothes on
We could do this right here but that'd be so wrong
So what you say? Girl, won't you roll my way?
We can take it back to my crib
We can get away, no photographs
Chilling all alone in my home, what you on?
My crib
If you wanna roll, let's roll
Why you tryna front? You know what you want
I feel, no shame
I want you, don't play
All types of, sweet things
Jump from my lips 'til you wanna roll, babe
You meet me, downtown
Send your girls, home now
I'm homebound, what you say?
Cause I'm really wanting you to stay
Cause you're looking like a perfect love song
Girl, you got me going with your clothes on
We could do this right here but that'd be so wrong
So what you say? Girl, won't you roll my way?
Oh, oh, oh, I
You know what I'm about, fly it out
Personal shopper, buy it out
Test drive it, try it out
I gift bow what **** be lyin' 'bout
Pick a property, let's play monopoly
P-H means nobody's on top of me
Woo! 360 views
Over looks the water, got it feeling like a cruise
My crib
We can take it back to my crib
We can get away, no photographs
Chilling all alone in my home, what you on? (Yeah yeah)
My crib (We can go to my crib)
If you wanna roll, let's roll (My crib, my crib)
Why you tryna front? You know what you want (Ay)
Hello? Hello?
Yeah, I just got my girls with me
And um, just tryna see where we can go and kick it
You know? Nothing major
Well, I, I think I got a spot in mind
Written by: Albert Goodman, Harry Milton Ray, Mack Wilds, Roosevelt Harrell, Roosevelt Harrell Iii, Salaam Gibbs, Salaam Remi, Walter Lee Morris