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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jacob Latimore
Jacob Latimore
Vocals
IshDARR
IshDARR
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ashton Combs
Ashton Combs
Songwriter
Austin Owens
Austin Owens
Songwriter
Daniel Mizrahi
Daniel Mizrahi
Songwriter
Ishmael Ali
Ishmael Ali
Songwriter
Jacob Latimore
Jacob Latimore
Songwriter
James Foye III
James Foye III
Songwriter
Kevin Ross
Kevin Ross
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ayo + Keyz
Ayo + Keyz
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I wanna talk about you
And less about me
I wanna try some new thangs, new thangs
Like your body on me
Baby, don't it feel good?
Don't have to keep it low key
Gon' shake it like it's loose change and your frame
Make a **** say ooh-wee
[Verse 2]
You say that I'm just your type
True shit
This is one hell of night
Too lit
Baby, fuck them other ****, I could do ya better
Bet you I can take it to another level, yeah
Skrrt, skrrt on them new Pirelli's
I'm tryna make it rain with no umbrella
[Verse 3]
Say oh-oh-ooh-oh
If you tell me that's it all real
Girl, I can't say no
That's just how you making me feel
You make me wanna
Touch your, touch your body
You looking like a million dollar bill
You might've had a few that came before me
Girl, you better recognize the real
[Verse 4]
Tell me what's the move
Damn, that body so fine
You make me wanna do thangs, do thangs
And that's no lie
Yeah, that pussy I abuse
'Cause it's all mine
You make me wanna do thangs, grown thangs
Yeah, me wanna love you long time
[Verse 5]
You say that I'm just your type
True shit
This is one hell of night
Too lit
Baby, fuck them other ****, I could do ya better
Bet you I can take it to another level
Skrrt, skrrt on them new Pirelli's
I'm tryna make it rain with no umbrella
[Verse 6]
Say oh-oh-ooh-oh
If you tell me that's it all real
Girl, I can't say no
That's just how you making me feel
You make me wanna touch your, touch your body
You looking like a million dollar bill
You might've had a few that came before me
Girl, you better recognize the real
You make me wanna touch your, touch your body
You looking like a million dollar bill
You might've had a few that came before me
Girl, you better recognize the real
[Verse 7]
Ooh, girl you make me wanna do thangs
Hair wet, nails did, down to your mood swings
You ain't with that petty shit
Pedicure and your Fendi slides
On to the next, I'm wondering how to make you mine
One time, it's gon' work like this
Keep that 9-0 bounce, get a boss like this
Pulled off on your ex looking mad as a bitch
Baby, let's be real, we only seen in the VIP
You adore me, your glamour standards on every single journey
Hope you're worthy, I probably shouldn't be damned if I do
Smoke tree, play Badu till four in the morning
Let them assume, no, they not important
[Verse 8]
Say oh-oh-ooh-oh
If you tell me that's it all real
Girl, I can't say no
That's just how you making me feel
You make me wanna touch your, touch your body
You looking like a million dollar bill
You might've had a few that came before me
Girl, you better recognize the real
Written by: Ashton Joshua Combs, Austin Owens, Daniel Mizrahi, Ishmale Ali, JACOB ONEAL JR. LATIMORE, James Foye III, Kevin Emmanuel Ross
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