Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Weeknd
Vocals
Dylan Wiggins
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dylan Wiggins
Songwriter
Martin McKinney
Songwriter
Emmanuel Nickerson
Songwriter
Jason 'Daheala' Quenneville
Songwriter
Abel Makkonen Tesfaye
Songwriter
Henry Russell Walter
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mano
Producer
Martin McKinney
Producer
Manny Marroquin
Mixing Engineer
Chris Galland
Mixing Engineer
Jeff Jackson
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Robin Florent
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Aya Merrill
Mastering Engineer
Cirkut
Producer
Joshua Smith
Recording Engineer
Tom Coyne
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Record man play my song on the radio
You too busy tryna find that blue-eyed soul
I let my black hair grow and my weed smoke
And I swear too much on the regular
We gon' let them hits fly, we gon' let her go
If it ain't XO then it gotta go
I just won a new award for a kids show
Talkin' 'bout a face numbin' off a bag of blow
I'm like, goddamn, bitch, I am not a Teen Choice
Goddamn, bitch, I am not a bleach boy
Whip game, make a **** understand though
Got that Hannibal, Silence of the Lambo
Hit the gas so hard make it rotate
All my **** blew up like a propane
All these R&B **** be so lame
Got a sweet Asian chick, she go lo mein
You know me, know me
You know me, know me, know me
You know me, know me, know me
Every time you try to forget who I am
I'll be right there to remind you again
You know me, know me
You know me, know me
Said I'm just tryna swim in something wetter than the ocean
Faded off a double cup, I'm mixin' up the potion
All I wanna do is make that money and make dope shit
It just seem like **** tryna sound like all my old shit
Everybody knows it, all these **** know me
Platinum off a mixtape, sippin' on that codeine
Pour it in my trophies, roll until my nose bleed
I'ma keep on singin' while I'm burnin' up that OG
All my **** get it, they make money all alone
Rock a chain around they neck, makin' sure I'm gettin' home
When I travel 'round the globe, make a couple mil a show
And I come back to my city, I fuck every girl I know
Used to walk 'round with a slouch, had a mattress on the floor
Now my shit straight
Eating all day, tryna lose weight
That good sex, we'll sweat it out
Hotel bedsprings, we'll wear it out
I ain't gotta tell you
'Cause you know me, you know me, know me
Huh, you know me, know me, know me
You know me, know me, know me
Every time you try to forget who I am
I'll be right there to remind you again
You know me, know me
You know me, know me
Why don't you shake somethin'? Shake somethin'
For the Don, don't you break nothin', break nothin'
Big girl, won't you work somethin', work somethin'
For the Don, don't you hurt nothin', hurt nothin'
Big girl, won't you shake somethin', shake somethin'
For the Don, don't you break nothin', break nothin'
Baby girl, won't you work somethin', work somethin'
For the Don, don't you hurt nothin', hurt nothin'
'Cause you know me, they know me
You're a no-man, yeah, you know man
Written by: Abel Tesfaye, Dylan Wiggins, Mano, Henry Russell Walter, Jason Quenneville, Martin Daniel McKinney