Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Post Malone
Vocals
Doja Cat
Vocals
Louis Bell
Programming
Jasper Harris
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Louis Bell
Songwriter
Jasper Harris
Songwriter
Amala Zandile Dlamini
Songwriter
Austin Post
Songwriter
Billy Walsh
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Louis Bell
Producer
Máté Gere
Assistant Recording Engineer
Elijah Ibarra
Assistant Recording Engineer
Jasper Harris
Producer
Chris Dennis
Recording Engineer
Andrew Bolooki
Recording Engineer
Manny Marroquin
Mixing Engineer
Chris Galland
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Zach Pereyra
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Trey Station
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Anthony J Vilchis
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Mike Bozzi
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Ooh, girl, I like you, I do
I wanna be your friend, go shoppin' in a Benz
I like you, I do
I'll hit you when I land, can you fit me in your plans?
I like you, I do
We went over to France, then we woke up in Japan
I like you, I do (I do, mm)
Oh, girl, I know you only like it fancy (fancy)
So, I pull up in that Maybach Candy
Yeah, your boyfriend'll never understand me (understand)
'Cause I'm 'bout to pull his girl like a hammy, hammy (wow)
Let's take a lil' dip, lil' lady, hit PCH, 180
Hey, I've been thinkin' lately
That I need someone to save me
Now that I'm famous, I got — all around me
But I need a good girl, I need someone to ground me
So, please be true, don't — around with me
I need someone to share this heart with me
Fill you up, then run it back again (run it back again)
Ooh, girl, I like you, I do (I do)
I wanna be your friend, go shoppin' in a Benz (woo)
I like you, I do (I do)
I'll hit you when I land, can you fit me in your plans?
I like you, I do (I do)
We went to bed in France, then we woke up in Japan
I like you, I do (mm, mm, I do)
Let me know when you're free
'Cause I been tryna hit it all week, babe
Why you actin' all sweet?
I know that you want little ol' me
I get a little OD, but ain't — new to a freak?
Let me drop bands, put a jewel in ya teeth
He love the way I drip, turn that pool to the beach
And I coulda copped a Birkin but I cop Celine
Why we got the same taste for the finer things?
Brand new — with the same old team
Now he got me on a leash 'cause he said no strings
You know I'm cool with that
Stole the —, you ain't get sued for that (get sued, sued)
Wonder what a nigga might do for that (do, might do)
I could be your Chaka, where Rufus at? (Where?)
80 in the Benz when that roof go back, ayy
They don't wanna see us get too attached
I just got a feelin' that we might be friends for a long, long time
You're mine and you know I like you for that
Ooh, girl, I like you, I do (I do)
I wanna be your friend, go shoppin' in a Benz
I like you, I do (I do)
I'll hit you when I land, can you fit me in your plans? (Baby, yeah)
I like you, I do (I do)
We went to bed in France, then we woke up in Japan
I like you, I do (I do, mm, I do)
I just want you, I just want you
Your heart's so big, but that a— is huge
Just want you
Oh, baby, do you like me too? Ooh, ooh (yeah)
Girl, I like you, I do (I do)
I wanna be your friend, go shoppin' in a Benz
I like you, I do (I do, mm, I do)
I like you
Don't want it now, I'm with you
Writer(s): Louis Russell Bell, Austin Richard Post, Billy Walsh, Amala Ratna Dlamini, Jasper Lee Harris
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