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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chris Brown
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chris Brown
Songwriter
Antwan Thompson
Songwriter
Aaron Rogers
Songwriter
Rashad Johnson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Antwan Thompson
Producer
Aaron Rogers
Producer
Rashad Johnson
Producer
Patrizio Pigliapoco
Recording Engineer
Thomas Cullison
Assistant Engineer
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
Maddox Chhim
Assistant Engineer
Dave Nakaji
Assistant Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I remember back in high school
Always been that ****, been the **** with the nice moves
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Never hung with the nice dudes
Hung out with them **** robbin' **** for they shoes
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 2]
All my **** went to night school, dumb as fuck
Whippin' in the kitchen like a chemist, gettin' they money up
Ten, twenties, fifties and them hunnids, yeah, yeah
I think I'm good for the summer, yeah, yeah
[Verse 3]
I lust wanna let the top and just ride
Feeling good, tryna live my life
I've been grindin' all year, got the hammer right here
If a **** try
[Verse 4]
I'm so for real this time
Let your candy rain on me, babe
Don't fuck it up, it's on me, babe
If you fuck it up, it's all on me, babe
And let's slip and let's slide, oh yeah
And if we sip, we can't drive
So you gon' have to stay over
And wait out this hangover
Wait out this hangover
[Verse 5]
Don't be embarrassed
And don't be scared to show that thing
I love what you wearing, don't know who made it
PYT, you that pretty young thing
Girl, I ain't no Casanova
But I'ma give you everything you want
But you just can't be another baby mama
Blowin' up my phone, no, no
[Verse 6]
Baby girl, don't you do that, don't be nosy
Don't be lookin' through my phone
Lookin' for the hoes 'cause you know me
Don't be actin' bougie in a coach seat
Don't be a hater throwin' them stones from the nosebleeds
[Verse 7]
You gotta live life, do it, do it
Go and get a check, do it, do it
All this hate, I'm gettin' used to it
We the leaders of the new school
It ain't shit that I came to
[Verse 8]
I'm so for real this time
Let your candy rain on me, babe
Don't fuck it up, it's on me, babe
If you fuck it up, it's all on me, babe
And let's slip and let's slide
And if we sip, we can't drive
Gon' have to stay over
And wait out this hangover
[Verse 9]
You gotta stay over, oh please, love
(Baby, baby, baby, baby, babe) Don't leave
'Cause it's a party after the party, you gon' see
She told me she ain't never fuck a **** like me
I hit her from the back, pull up with the stick
Now she on the dick, pull out all her tracks
Cameras takin' pics, shit be lit
[Verse 10]
I'm so for real this time
Let your candy rain on me, babe
Don't fuck it up, it's on me, babe
If you fuck it up, it's all on me, babe
And let's slip and let's slide
And if we sip, we can't drive
Gon' have to stay over
And wait out this hangover
Wait out this hangover
Written by: Aaron Rogers, Antwan Thompson, Brenden Law, Chris Brown, Rashad Johnson