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Titres les plus populaires de Drake
Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Drake
Voix principales
JUVENILE
Artiste samplé
Lil Wayne
Artiste samplé
Mannie Fresh
Artiste samplé
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Abel Tesfaye
Paroles/Composition
Adrian Eccleston
Paroles/Composition
Aubrey Drake Graham
Paroles/Composition
Byron Thomas
Paroles/Composition
Dwayne Carter, Jr.
Paroles/Composition
Noah "40" Shebib
Paroles/Composition
Terius Gray
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Drake
Co‑production
Noel Cadastre
Assistance d’ingénierie de prise de son
Chris Gehringer
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Noah "40" Shebib
Ingénierie de prise de son
Noel Campbell
Ingénierie de mixage
Paroles
Yeah, Cash Money shit, Cash Money shit
I can tell that money's got you working
We've been talking for so long, now we're finally here in person
I taste pain and regret in your sweat
You've been waiting for me, oh
I can tell that you been practicing
I can tell that you been practicing
All those other men were practice, they were practice
Yeah, for me, for me, for me, for me
Girl, you look good, won't you back that ass up?
You a fine motherfucker, won't you back that ass up?
Call me big daddy, won't you back that ass up?
Girl, who is you playing with? Back that ass up
You workin' with some ass, yeah, you bad, yeah (uh, uh, uh)
Girl, you workin' with some ass, yeah, you bad, yeah (uh, uh, uh)
Girl, you workin' with some ass, yeah, you bad, yeah
Make a nigga spend his cash, yeah, his last, yeah
Hoes frown when you pass, yeah, they mad, yeah
Couple thousand on your bag, yeah, fuck yeah
I'm a Big Tymer nigga, yeah, money flipper, yeah
Get it understood, yeah, it's all good, yeah
Girl, I know what's real 'cause I've been around it
You only want what's real, you just never found it, ah
Don't give them no more chances, ooh, girl, they had their turn
Everything for a reason, there's things you had to learn from them
But when I get you to myself, you know what's going down
What's going down, oh
Girl, you look good, won't you back that ass up?
You a fine motherfucker, won't you back that ass up?
Call me big daddy, won't you back that ass up?
Girl, who is you playing with? Back that ass up
You workin' with some ass, yeah, you bad, yeah (uh, uh, uh)
Girl, you workin' with some ass, yeah, you bad, yeah (uh, uh, uh)
Yeah, I know he messed up, but let a real nigga make it right
Let a real nigga make it right, you deserve that much
Let me put somethin' in your life
Let me put somethin' in your life, put somethin' in your life
You tellin' me it's only been a couple other people that you've been with
I'ma trust you, I'ma give you the benefit of the doubt and I'ma love you
You can even call me daddy, give you someone to look up to
And my girls from the 504 need to drop it right now, uh
Need to drop it right now
All my girls from the 504 need to drop it right now
Need to drop it right now
All my girls from the 504 need to drop it right now
Need to drop it right now
All my girls from the 504 need to drop it right now
Need to drop it right now, oh
After you back it up, then stop (back it up, baby)
After you back it up, then stop (uh, hey, baby girl)
After you back it up, then stop (yeah)
After you back it up, then stop
I can tell that money's got you working
That your body's so wet, and we're finally here in person
I taste pain and regret in your sweat
You've been waiting for me, oh
I can tell that you been practicing
I can tell that you been practicing
All those other men were practice, they were practice
Yeah, for me, for me, for me, for me
Writer(s): Dwayne Carter, Terius Gray, Aubrey Drake Graham, Byron O. Thomas, Noah James Shebib, Abel Tesfaye, Adrian Eccleston
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