Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
H.E.R.
Vocals
Pop Smoke
Vocals
A Boogie wit da Hoodie
Vocals
Chris Brown
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tiara Thomas
Songwriter
Jabrile Hashim Williams
Songwriter
Elijah Dias
Songwriter
Steven Arrington
Songwriter
Shawn Carter
Songwriter
Waung Hankerson
Songwriter
Jermaine Dupri Mauldin
Songwriter
Roger Parker
Songwriter
Mario Luciano
Songwriter
Leon McQuay III
Songwriter
Buddy Hankerson
Songwriter
Gabriella Wilson
Songwriter
Keenon Jackson
Songwriter
Ronald Nathan Latour Jr.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Cardo Got Wings
Producer
Miki Tsutsumi
Engineer
Ayana Depas
Assistant Engineer
Dee Brown
Recording Engineer
Dave Kutch
Mastering Engineer
Alex Pyle
Assistant Engineer
Lou Carrao
Assistant Engineer
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
Jacob Richards
Assistant Engineer
Mike Seaberg
Assistant Engineer
DJ Riggins
Assistant Engineer
Omar Loya
Engineer
Lyrics
[Intro]
Baby, when we gon' slide?
When we gon' slide?
It's Pop Smoke
[Verse 1]
5167 Patek Philippe on the wrist (Uh)
Why we in the bed? We could've did it in the whip
Baby, I'm just tryna fuck (Fuck), not make love (No, no)
If you tryna have some kids, that's a dub
Said I'm 'bout to put this condom on right now (Now)
From the look up in your eyes (From the look up in your eyes)
You already told me once (You already told me)
So you don't gotta tell me twi-i-ice (Yeah, at all)
Baby, jump up on this bike, look forward and pedal
Let me rock your world, you never had this hard metal
Baby, I'm a gangster, gentleman in disguise
Just came home after doin' some time
Let me woo ya nina, just read between the lines
Just read between the lines, yeah
It's six in the mornin' and I'm tryna get you, baby
[Verse 2]
All he wanna do is gas me
How we end up in the backseat?
Just tryna get to the bag
We on the same page, you the same way
Only keep the fam around me
So let me know what it's gon' be
I don't plan on gettin' no sleep, while we
[Chorus]
Doin' our thing, movin' too fast
Candy paint with the windows all black
Seats crème brûlée, what they gon' say?
With the top down screamin', "Money ain't a thing"
And we up 'til six in the mornin'
When the sun rise, we be on it
Ooh, I got five, you know it's all live
Tell me when to go, baby, when we gon' slide?
Baby, when we gon' slide? Hey, uh
Up all night, baby, when we gon' slide? Yeah
Up all night, baby, when we gon' slide? Oh, oh
Up all night, baby, when we gon' slide?
[Verse 3]
Look, you're just my type
Baby, when we gon' slide?
I'll put you in a G-Wagon if that's your vibe
And I ain't even gon' lie
Don't you ever play around, even when you're mad, you're mine
Baby, don't you ever switch sides
You know I can see it in your eyes
Yeah, we on the same page, we on the same wave
Drinkin' champagne on the airplane
Bustdown on your pinkies and your earrings
I know they call me Boogie Man, but it ain't scary
All this money on me, it's a damn shame
And I don't want you to ever feel embarrassed
So I bought you some baguettes, I bought you some carats
Yeah, but I think I was over my head, movin' too fast
[Chorus]
Doin' our thing, movin' too fast
Candy paint with the windows all black
Seats crème brûlée, what they gon' say?
With the top down screamin', "Money ain't a thing"
And we up 'til six in the mornin'
When the sun rise, we be on it
Ooh, I got five, you know it's all live
Tell me when to go, baby, when we gon' slide?
Baby, when we gon' slide? Hey, uh
Up all night, baby, when we gon' slide? Yeah
Up all night, baby, when we gon' slide? Oh, oh
Up all night, baby, when we gon' slide? Uh
[Verse 4]
You gon' keep on givin' it up, it ain't no stoppin' you
You a queen, liftin' you up, I had to drop a few
Bad bitches, cut 'em loose, they tried to take that spot from you
Told her, "I'm tryna cuff," she said, "I don't see no cop in you"
Diamonds big as a fist, VVS on her wrist
Every day a vacation, don't get no hotter than this
Relax, baby, lay it back, askin' you to sit right down
Buttnaked on the table, you the shit right now
Fake love don't exist
When it come to me and who I'm really fuckin' with
Haters always on my dick, but not the one suckin' it
Always lookin' at my pic', callin' me by my government
What's the plan? What's your goals? What you really lookin' for?
I got Benz, I got Ghost, I'm the man, I'm the G.O.A.T.
Makin' angels in the snow, don't keep playin' with your nose
Take a stroll down the coast
South of France, we in Cannes, let me drive the boat
[Chorus]
Doin' our thing, movin' too fast
Candy paint with the windows all black
Seats crème brûlée, what they gon' say?
With the top down screamin', "Money ain't a thing"
And we up 'til six in the mornin'
When the sun rise, we be on it
Ooh, I got five, you know it's all live
Tell me when to go, baby, when we gon' slide?
Baby, when we gon' slide? Hey, uh
Up all night, baby, when we gon' slide? Yeah
Up all night, baby, when we gon' slide? Oh, oh
Up all night, baby, when we gon' slide? Uh
Written by: Buddy L. Hank, Charles Carter, Elijah Dias, H.E.R., Jabrile Hashim Williams, Jermaine Dupri Mauldin, Keenon Daequan Ray Jackson, Leon McQuay III, Mario Luciano, Roger Parker, Ronald LaTour, Shawn Carter, Steven Arrington, Tiara Thomas, Waung Hankerson