Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The-Dream
The-Dream
Performer
Sarah Rodriguez
Sarah Rodriguez
Spoken Word
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
The-Dream
The-Dream
Composer
Christopher Stewart
Christopher Stewart
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The-Dream
The-Dream
Producer
Tek
Tek
Recording Engineer
Omar Reyna
Omar Reyna
Recording Engineer
Mark Goodchild
Mark Goodchild
Recording Engineer
Dave Pensado
Dave Pensado
Mixing Engineer
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
Andruw Wuepper
Andruw Wuepper
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Justin Pintar
Justin Pintar
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Christy Hall
Christy Hall
Assistant Producer
Christopher Stewart
Christopher Stewart
Producer

Lyrics

Ella
Ella
Ella
Ay, ay, ay
Ella
Ella
Def Jam (Ella)
Ay, ay, ay
After we leave be all you need
Are those Victoria Secrets
Let me see
What's yo fee
Never mind, baby you owe me
For them drinks at the bar
And for smoking this ****, come on
He ain't like me
I can make your days and nights look like fantasy
He ain't got nothing on me
My garage look like the duPont Registry
I'm so superb, shorty what's the word
If you looking for love (love)
I'll give you what you deserve
Baby invited to the crib and (Ditch that ****)
You trying to uh, why you still playing (Ditch that ****)
You need a grown man, girl (Ditch that ****)
You understand, single (Ditch that ****)
Got her out on the floor like (Ditch that ****)
I got em out on the floor like (Ditch that ****)
I got 'em out on the floor like (Ditch that ****)
I got em out on the floor like (Ditch that ****)
I got em 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 layed up in my robe
She got your texts, do you want to get it
She said not yet
Uh, after the finale she got you on the phone
Said that she wasn't coming home
Then she downloaded my ring tone
He ain't like me
I can make your days and nights look like fantasy
He ain't got nothing on me
My garage look like the duPont registry
I'm so superb, shorty what's the word
If you looking for love (love)
I'll give you what you deserve
They invited to the crib and (Ditch that ****)
You trying to uh, or you still playing (Ditch that ****)
You need a grown man, girl (Ditch that ****)
You understand, single (Ditch that ****)
Got her out on the floor like (Ditch that ****)
I got em out on the floor like (Ditch that ****)
I got em out on the floor like (Ditch that ****)
I got em 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 (Ditch that ****)
Uh, uh
Got what you want, grab what you need
Have another drink, I'm taking her with me
Enter the Phantom, proceed to creep
Exit the Phantom, up in them sheets
Grab my neck, squeeze my hands
Touch your twins, squeeze your ****
Not too slow, not too fast
DJ running this fricka-fricka back
Bring your body to the crib then (Ditch that ****)
You trying to uh, or you still playing (Ditch that ****)
You need a grown man, girl (Ditch that ****)
You understand, single (Ditch that ****)
Got her out on the floor like (Ditch that ****)
I got em out on the floor like (Ditch that ****)
I got em out on the floor like (Ditch that ****)
I got em 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've got at least let him drop me off
Baby, you know I want to see you
Uh, I've got them up in the club
Now, I got what she wanted, she see what she want in me
And I ain't here to beef
And even though you fighting, let it be
She's coming with me
I got em up in the club
She's leaving with me
She's coming with me
She's leaving with me
Now, put the bad guy on this thing
Know you got a little money
In the club dropping hundreds
Heard you got a little car
But she 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, she coming with me
Me, me, me, me, me
Written by: Christopher Stewart, The-Dream
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