Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Birdman
Birdman
Vocals
Jacquees
Jacquees
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bryan Christopher Williams
Bryan Christopher Williams
Songwriter
Jacquees Rodriquez Broadnax
Jacquees Rodriquez Broadnax
Songwriter
Daniel Lebrun
Daniel Lebrun
Songwriter
Damas Petit
Damas Petit
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DRok
DRok
Producer
Super Earz
Super Earz
Producer
Fareed “Rip” Salamah
Recording Engineer
Hershey Blakk
Hershey Blakk
Mixing Engineer
Jeremy Carr
Jeremy Carr
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Ain't been in Miami in months (Woo)
Ain't drove the Bugatti in months (Yeah, c'mon)
Let's hit Fingalicking for lunch (What's up, Captain?)
South Beach poker room, you're my lunch, aw yeah (Yeah)
You get me so high, baby, I don't need no drug (Yeah)
Don't be wasting my time, girl, I need your love (Your love)
Get the lotion (Yeah), let me rub, yeah (C'mon)
This ain't lust, yeah (Nah), I ain't bluffin' (Yeah)
[Verse 2]
Girl, you're my focus (Girl, you're my focus)
How the fuck you ain't notice? (How the fuck you ain't notice?)
That I'm the only **** for ya (I am)
Never puttin' bitches before ya (Puttin' bitches before ya)
Let's take a ride down Ocean (Yeah, c'mon)
Girl, we could slide to the fifteen (Yeah)
Go get some breakfast at the Big Pink (You like it?)
Girl, it's a vibe when you with me (Yeah)
When you with me, baby
[Verse 3]
Ain't been in Miami in months (In months)
Ain't drove the Bugatti in months (In months)
Let's hit Fingalicking for lunch (What's up, Captain?)
South Beach poker room, you're my lunch, aw yeah (Yeah)
You get me so high, baby, I don't need no drug (Yeah)
Don't be wasting my time, girl, I need your love (Your love)
Go get the lotion (Yeah), and let me rub, yeah (C'mon)
This ain't lust, yeah (Nah), I ain't bluffin' (Yeah)
[Verse 4]
Take you to Bal Harbor, let's go shopping
Come meet me in Sony and Versace
Now I could get Gucci, Louis all your bags, yeah
She want Chanel, girl, go get all of that
Fendi bag, Balenciaga pants
Saint Laurent, Burberry handbags
Off-white you ain't never seen, yet
Can you meet me at LaPerla here at the ocean?
[Verse 5]
Ain't been in Miami in months (Woo)
Ain't drove the Bugatti in months (Yeah, c'mon)
Let's hit Fingalicking for lunch (What's up, Cap?)
South Beach poker room, you're my lunch, aw yeah (Yeah)
You get me so high, baby, I don't need no drug (Yeah)
Don't be wasting my time, girl, I need your love (Your love)
Go get the lotion (Yeah), and let me rub, yeah (C'mon)
This ain't lust, yeah (Nah), I ain't bluffin' (Yeah)
Written by: Bryan Christopher Williams, Damas Petit, Daniel Lebrun, Jacquees Rodriquez Broadnax
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