Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Patrick "Plain Pat" Reynolds
String Instrument
Temi Okotieuro
Saxophone
Adrian Simon
String Instrument
Aja Grant
Keyboards
Bari Bass
Bass
Elbee Thrie
Vocals
Elijah Rawk
Guitar
Matthew Byas
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Aja Grant
Songwriter
Elijah Austin
Songwriter
Matthew Byas
Songwriter
Omar Grant
Songwriter
Robert Booker
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Phony Ppl
Producer
Benjamin Julia
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
Baby, baby, what's the plans?
The night is slipping out our hands
I seen you over there girl
Why don't you come over here girl
Don't be scared girl
There's enough of that in the world girl
I'm posted up with my boys
You chillin' with your girls, girl
And I bet you all are pretty as your pearls girl
Jigga man, Roc-A-Fella, Girls, Girls, Girls, girl
Physically, you don't have to remember me
But don't forget my energy
Feel where I'm coming from
So you can see where we going to
'Cause by the end of the night, if you come with me
You gon' forget what you're going through
And by the end of the night if I come with you
I'm gon' forget (I'm gon' forget, forget)
Baby, baby, what's the plans? (Yeah, yeah)
The night is slipping out our hands
I'm tryna see what's good with you
Yo, yo, yo, yo
So come and slide to the left side
Your body shape hypnotise in that dress Ma'
Yes I, slide then we'll quick ride
The curve of your hips
Take your thighs for a test drive
See me, I like a freak in Nicole, diva
Sheema and Keema know the freak in Nicole need to (exhale)
For the weekend let's go deeper
See when I set sail, I leave a leak in your hole weaker than you
Your friends' probably feeling it too
I know most of them chickens with it
I could get them a room
I just hope it change when the liquor get up into ya boo
Listen, I ain't trippin, if y'all ain't tryna kick it, it's cool
'Cause what I want, is light skin, down, booty round
Girl you thicker than 30 Snickers, come pounce on me now
Let me demonstrate, I'll hit it with my baseball bat
See I knew you with it
Why you make a face like that?
Hol' up
Baby, baby, what's the plans? (Yeah yeah)
The night is slipping out our hands
I'm tryna see what's good with you
Baby, baby, what's the plans? (Yeah, yeah)
The night is slipping out our hands (yeah, yeah)
Writer(s): Phillip Shaquille Curry, Elijah Rene Austin, Matthew Samuel Byas, Omar Elias Grant, Robert L. Booker, Aja Grant
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