Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fleur East
Background Vocals
Edvard Førre Erfjord
Background Vocals
Henrik Michelsen
Background Vocals
kamille
Background Vocals
Ian Franzino
Background Vocals
Andrew Haas
Background Vocals
Paul Spong
Trumpet
Simon Clarke
Baritone Saxophone
Neil Sidwell
Trombone
Tim Sanders
Tenor Saxophone
Ryan Quigley
Trumpet
JHart
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Edvard Førre Erfjord
Songwriter
Henrik Michelsen
Songwriter
James Abrahart
Songwriter
Camille Angelina Purcell
Songwriter
Fleur East
Songwriter
Simon Clarke
Arranger
Electric
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Electric
Producer
Afterhrs
Engineer
Serban Ghenea
Mixing Engineer
John Hanes
Engineer
Tom Coyne
Mastering Engineer
Randy Merrill
Assistant Engineer
Lyrics
Give it to me
Give it to me
I met a boy last week tryna run that game
Made it sound so sweet when he say my name
I said, "Boy, stop, run it back
You can talk that talk, but can you play that sax?"
Met a boss last night buyin' out the bar
Said I can ride top-down in his Jaguar
I'm like, "Boy, stop, run that back
You can drive all night, but can you play that sax?"
Baby, baby, I've been waitin' for the one to blow my mind
(Woo, ow, hey, give it to me)
Maybe, maybe you can get it if you got that thang I like
(Hey, ah)
I need a straight up brother with a James Brown soul
That type of red hot love that got me freezin' cold
Say you can go all night the way you lay that track (yeah)
But if you wanna hear me sing, you better play that sax
Give it to me
You better play that sax, uh
Okay, play it
You better play that sax
I met a dude last week, honey, he's so vain
Yeah, he be lovin' himself more than Kim and Ye
I'm like, "Boy, stop, run that back
Goddamn, you fine but can you play that sax?"
Met a smart ass dude, mister Know-It-All
Think you got Fleur down to a formula
I'm like "Boy, stop, run it back
Pack a big IQ, but can you play that sax?"
Baby, baby, I've been waitin' for the one to blow my mind, all right
Maybe, maybe you can get it if you got that thang I like
I need a straight up brother with a James Brown soul
That type of red hot love that got me freezin' cold
Say you can go all night the way you lay that track (yeah)
But if you wanna hear me sing, you better play that sax
Give it to me
Uh, okay, yeah
You better play that sax
Okay, play it
You better play that sax
No fancy cars or bass guitars
Fellas in suits smoking on cigars
Those little boys making all that noise
But you ain't gon' steal the show
No fancy cars or bass guitars
Fellas in suits smoking on cigars, uh
Just play that song I know
Take a deep breath and blow
Get loose, get right
Get a grip and rock me all night
Hold tight, lean back
Play what I want with that sax
Get loose, get right
Get a grip and rock me all night
Hold tight, lean back
Play what I want with that sax
I need a straight up brother with a James Brown soul
That type of red hot love that got me freezin' cold (oh)
Say you can go all night the way you lay that track (yeah)
But if you wanna hear me sing
If you wanna hear me sing
If you wanna hear me sing you better play that sax
Give it to me
You better play that sax
You better play that sax
Get loose, get right
Get a grip and rock me all night
Hold tight, lean back
Play what I want with that sax
You better play that sax
Get loose, get right
Get a grip and rock me all night
Hold tight, lean back
Play what I want with that sax
You better play that sax
Get loose, get right
Get a grip and rock me all night
Hold tight, lean back
Play what I want with that sax
Writer(s): Camille Angelina Purcell, Edvard Foerre Erfjord, Henrik Barman Michelsen, James John Abrahart Jr., Fleur East
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