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PARTYNEXTDOOR
PARTYNEXTDOOR
Performer
Drake
Drake
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Anthony Palman
Anthony Palman
Songwriter
Jahron Brathwaite
Jahron Brathwaite
Songwriter
Aubrey Drake Graham
Aubrey Drake Graham
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
PARTYNEXTDOOR
PARTYNEXTDOOR
Producer
Noel Cadastre
Noel Cadastre
Engineer
Marc-Olivier Bouchard
Marc-Olivier Bouchard
Mastering Engineer
Noah Shebib
Noah Shebib
Engineer
Noel Campbell
Noel Campbell
Mixing Engineer

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Girl this summer, you'll be looking for (yeah) You'll be looking for me while I'm riding in That brand-new whip you wanted (ooh, yeah yeah) All I ever asked for was patience (that's all I ever asked, and you know it) Patience and pussy but mostly patience (yeah, yeah 'cause you gon' use it anyway) Swear I used to keep you faded Now you're waiting for something better But girl what's better than this? (Ooh) We were supposed to do big things (do big things) Now you're waiting for something better But girl, what's better than this? Popping champagne over here Girl it ain't a thang over here Throwing money fast over here Blowing all this cash over here (yeah) Popping champagne over here (oh yeah) Girl it ain't a thang over here (oh yeah) Throwing money fast over here (Oh yeah) Blowing all this cash over here (oh yeah) On this side Me and my niggas bucking head first You supposed to be there when my head hurt Used to be going out hardly, now we wanna party Celebration on me, well, what's up? Pay homage, I roll through the city like young Sheikh Mohammed It can't be that hard to find us Go to Jungle, pick up my Ethiopian goddess That's when words spread, a Bugatti is in the projects The boy home, used to take the bus to the block Now summertime whips come through and bust up the block I remember seeing Nikk's having to bust up a block And sell the work right to hush, y'all niggas must have forgot But I was there Nas don shit, a couple things sit on my conscience With that said, look at all we accomplished Yeah, sure this ain't Compton, but this ain't a fairytale land neither We all lost mad people, the city wild They gave the task to a purposeful child S start to get a little more personal now But that's 'cause everybody else sound is so played out though Oliver North in the cut Dolce'd out though A thousand dollar bottle, it get poured straight out though I'm screaming OVO on the whole way out though I'm back boy for real, I'm that boy for real I got hits nigga, you just a batboy for real Backwoods get peeled, I smoke away all the tears Nothing was the same man, including y'all careers The new Cash Money, the new Roc-A-Fella Bunch of young rich niggas, turn around if you jealous Popping champagne over here Girl it ain't a thang over here Throwing money fast over here Blowing all this cash over here Popping champagne over here (one time) Girl it ain't a thang over here (two time) Throwing money fast over here Blowing all this cash over here On this side
Writer(s): Aubrey Drake Graham, Jahron Anthony Brathwaite, Anthony George Palman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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