Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ty Dolla $ign
Vocals
Ayo & Keyz
Programming
Hitmaka
Programming
A1
Programming
Paul Cabbin
Programming
Wiz Khalifa
Vocals
Zapp & Roger
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Austin Owens
Songwriter
Cameron Thomaz
Songwriter
Chirstan Ward
Songwriter
Dimitri Anthony McDowell
Songwriter
Floyd Bentley III
Songwriter
James Foye III
Songwriter
Larry Troutman
Songwriter
Lerron Carson
Songwriter
Melvin Ray Moore
Songwriter
Roger Troutman
Songwriter
Shirley Murdock
Songwriter
Tyrone Griffin Jr
Songwriter
Paul Cabbin
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chirstan Ward
Producer
Floyd Bentley III
Producer
Michelle Mancini
Mastering Engineer
Sauce Miyagi
Mixing Engineer
Hitmaka
Producer
Ayo + Keyz
Producer
Christopher Dotson
Producer
Lyrics
Right Now Sound
I be with the Hitmaka
So, hol' up
Baby, come give me something new (Ooh-oh)
Baby, come give me something new (Ooh-oh)
'Cause I can't stop loving you (Ooh yeah)
Since I got a taste of your love (Ooh yeah)
Baby, come give me something new (Ooh-woah)
(Ooh-woah)
God damn, you know who I am
Try to be on the low, but you ain't slow
Keep my shirt open, eyes low
Get a lot of paper, I know
But you ain't, into that
You like real facts
Like if you show love, you gon' get it back
Like if you fuck good, you gon' get it back
Like if you cook, wanna a real nigga that
Gon' rap 'til that pussy like, uh uh
We can go and get a private room
We can fuck for one night, ain't gotta jump the broom
Say your nigga, chill
Baby, come give me something new (Ooh-oh)
Baby, come give me something new (Ooh-oh)
'Cause I can't stop loving you (Ooh yeah)
Since I got a taste of your love (Ooh yeah)
Baby, come give me something new (Ooh-woah)
(Ooh-woah)
I can tell you ain't from 'round here
All that body baby, it's not fair
Pull up on that ass in a drop, yeah
That's your ex nigga? I'm dead
Lookin' for a real one? You found him
California King, we gon' go rounds on it
No doubt, yeah
Leave your legs, shaking
I might sing to that pussy like la-da-da-di-da (Di, yeah)
Girl, your shit so classic, it don't need no features (No, ooh, yeah)
Baby, come give me something new (Ooh-oh)
Baby, come give me something new (Ooh-oh)
'Cause I can't stop loving you (Ooh, yeah)
Since I got a taste of your love (Ooh, yeah)
Baby, come give me something new (Ooh-woah)
(Ooh-woah)
Girl, you look just like something out a magazine ('Zine)
You smell great, know your body clean (Yeah)
Them niggas been on you since you was a teen (Teen)
Now you grown up, and I'm a boss, I'm just showing love (Love)
Smell like kush when I'm rolling up (Roll)
So much bank, I can fold it up (Fold)
It's so good, got you calling up (Call)
Tryna kick it with a nigga like, uh (Brr, oom)
Baby, come give me something new (Ooh-oh)
Baby, come give me something new (Ooh-oh)
'Cause I can't stop loving you (Ooh yeah)
Since I got a taste of your love (Ooh yeah)
Baby, come give me something new (Ooh-woah)
(Ooh-woah)
Writer(s): Floyd Bentley, Christopher Dotson, Cameron Jibril Thomaz, Christian Ward, Tyrone William Griffin, Larry Troutman, Roger Troutman, Melvin Moore, James Iii Foye, Paul Cabbin, Austin Owns, Shirley Murdock
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com