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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tory Lanez
Performer
Mansa Imani Evans
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Daniel Gonzalez
Songwriter
Daystar Peterson
Songwriter
Mansa Imani Evans
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
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Producer
Johann Chavez
Mixing Engineer
Daniel Gonzalez
Mixing Engineer
Mansa Imani Evans
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I can't make no dinner, but a n**** with the breakfast
We can smoke, we can f***, what's your preference?
Wrote to Santa just to put you on my sex list
You got that million dollar on at the Craig's list
Aw, yeah, and you know who I am
All these b****** in the crib, they just go there to dance
And I'm in and out the bank like I go there to scam
We can go to Miami, girl, we could go get Cena, oh, yeah
Liquor poured up, women called up, f*** it all up, oh, yeah
In the condo, you know how I go, give it up, so
[Verse 2]
48 floors, that's the way we're goin'
Open up the Wraith doors, oh, yeah
And don't make me wait for it
P**** so good, I should have to pay for it, oh, yeah
48 floors, that's the way we goin'
Open up the Wraith doors, oh, yeah
And don't make me wait for it
P**** so good, I should have to pay for it
So good, I should have to pay for it
[Verse 3]
Saved you under peach emojis in my contact
So when you hit me, you remind me just to call back
Tell them n***** like December comin', fall back
She cashin' out at 4 am, I'm 'bout to fall in
We found love in the club, what you call that?
We wound up and it's up, and I bossed that
We still f****** on the bed, turn the lights off
We still got this s*** lit, 48 floors
[Verse 4]
48 floors, that's the way we're goin'
Open up the Wraith doors, oh, yeah
And don't make me wait for it
P**** so good, I should have to pay for it, oh, yeah
48 floors, that's the way we goin'
Open up the Wraith doors, oh, yeah
And don't make me wait for it
P**** so good, I should have to pay for it
So good, I should have to pay for it
[Verse 5]
Porsche keys, girl from Paris, that my French, baby
I'm just tryna win, can you let me win, baby?
Mixin' up Patron with the gin, baby
I don't see nothin' wrong, even though I know it's a sin, baby
I'ma seven figure n****, still ridin' the scrape
Still drop a b**** off if she don't drop on the tank
I can never lose the flavor that I got from the Bay
And I still got it, if you need it, you can cop it today, oh, yeah
[Verse 6]
On the 48th floor
Keep that body on Dasani like it's off a lake shore, yeah
Grindin' on me like a skateboard
Tryna push a n**** buttons, this is not a Game Boy, no
Uh, on the 48th floor
The condo 'bout the bando, where I used to stay before
Now, I'm poppin' in Toronto, I go state to state, far away
Whippin, like I'm tryna make a getaway for it, oh, yeah
[Verse 7]
Oh, yeah
Written by: Daniel Gonzalez, Daystar Peterson, Mansa Imani Evans, Marcie Janine Evans