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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
The-Dream
Vocals
Sarah Rodriguez
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Terius Nash
Songwriter
Christopher Stewart
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tek
Recording Engineer
Omar Reyna
Recording Engineer
Mark Goodchild
Recording Engineer
Dave Pensado
Mixing Engineer
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
Justin Pintar
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Andrew Wuepper
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Christopher Stewart
Producer
The-Dream
Producer
Lyrics
Ella, ella, ella
Eh-eh-eh
Ella, ella, ella
Eh-eh-eh
(Def Jam mutha fucka)
After we leave, be all you need (Eh, eh)
All those Victoria Secrets let me see (Eh)
Watch your feet never mind baby you owe me (Eh, eh)
For them drinks at the bar and for smoking this weed, come on (Eh, uh)
He ain't like me
I can make your days and nights look like fantasies
He ain't got nothing on me (On me)
My garage looks like the dupont registry
I'm so supurb, shorty what's the word
If you looking for love (Love, love)
I'll give you what you deserve
Stay your ass to the crib and (Ditch that ****)
You tryin' to fuck are you still playing (Ditch that ****))
You need a grown ass man girl (Ditch that ****)
You understand what I'm saying girl (Ditch that ****)
I got her out on the floor like (Ditch that ****)
I got her out on the floor like (Ditch that ****)
I got her out on the floor like (Ditch that ****)
I got her out on the floor like (Ditch that ****)
I got em up in the club (Ditch that ****)
I got em up in the club (Ditch that ****)
I got em up in the club (Ditch that ****)
I got em up in the club
See she got needs
She laid up in my roll
She got your text 'When you wanna get it' she said 'Not yet' uh
After the finale she got you on the phone (Eh, eh)
Said that she wasn't coming home (Eh)
Then she downloaded my ringtone, oh
He ain't like me
I can make your days and nights look like fantasies
He ain't got nothing on me (On me)
My garage looks like the dupont registry
I'm so supurb, shorty what's the word
If you looking for love (Love, love)
I'll give you what you deserve
Stay your ass to the crib and (Ditch that ****)
You tryin' to fuck are you still playing (Ditch that ****))
You need a grown ass man girl (Ditch that ****)
You understand what I'm saying girl (Ditch that ****)
I got her out on the floor like (Ditch that ****)
I got her out on the floor like (Ditch that ****)
I got her out on the floor like (Ditch that ****)
I got her out on the floor like (Ditch that ****)
I got em up in the club (Ditch that ****)
I got em up in the club (Ditch that ****)
I got em up in the club (Ditch that ****)
I got em up in the club
Uh, uh
Got what you want, grab what you need
Have another drink I'm taking her with me
Enter the phantom proceed the creep
Exit the phantom up in them sheets
Grab my neck, squeeze my hands
Touch your twins, squeeze your ass
Not too slow, not too fast
DJ run this motherfucker back
Bring your ass to the crib and (Ditch that ****)
You tryin' to fuck are you still playing (Ditch that ****))
You need a grown ass man girl (Ditch that ****)
You understand what I'm saying girl (Ditch that ****)
I got her out on the floor like (Ditch that ****)
I got her out on the floor like (Ditch that ****)
I got her out on the floor like (Ditch that ****)
I got her out on the floor like (Ditch that ****)
I got em up in the club (Ditch that ****)
I got em up in the club (Ditch that ****)
I got em up in the club (Ditch that ****)
I got em up in the club
Hold on, give me a second
You got at least let him drop me off
Baby you know when I see you
Uh, uh
(I got em up in the club)
Now I got what she want and she see what she want in me
And I ain't here to beef (Even though you fighting)
Let it be she's coming with me
(I got em up in the club)
She's leaving with me
(I got em up in the club)
She's coming with me
(I got em up in the club)
She's leaving with me
(I got em up in the club)
(Now put the bag out on this bitch)
Know you got a little money
In the club toppin' hundreds
Heard you got a little car
But she's coming with me
Me-me-me, me-me
Cause I got a lot of love
Now she wanna be my girl
Keep throwing that money up
But she's coming with me
Me-me-me, me-me, eh
(Ditch that ****)
(Ditch that ****)
(Ditch-ditch-ditch-ditch that ****)
(D-d-d-ditch that ****)
(Ditch that ****)
(Ditch that ****)
(Ditch-ditch-ditch-ditch that ****)
(D-d-d-ditch that ****)
(Ditch that ****)
(Ditch that ****)
(Ditch-ditch-ditch-ditch that ****)
(D-d-d-ditch that ****)
(Ditch that ****)
(Ditch that ****)
(Ditch-ditch-ditch-ditch that ****)
(D-d-d-ditch that ****)
(Ditch that ****)
(Ditch that ****)
(Ditch-ditch-ditch-ditch that ****)
(D-d-d-ditch that ****)
(Ditch that ****)
(Ditch that ****)
(Ditch-ditch-ditch-ditch that ****)...
Written by: Christopher Stewart, Terius Nash