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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chris Brown
Vocals
Young Thug
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chris Brown
Songwriter
Jeffery Williams
Songwriter
Patrizio Pigliapoco
Songwriter
Juan Guerrieri-Maril
Songwriter
Aleicia Nicole Gibson
Songwriter
Frederic Alexander Brewer
Songwriter
James Robert Douglas
Songwriter
Donny Flores
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Z3N
Producer
A ‘Bainz’ Bains
Mixing Engineer
Patrizio Pigliapoco
Mixing Engineer
Mike Tucci
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Club, poppin' bottles in the club
Fuckin' models, doin' drugs
I can't do this anymore
Poppin' bottles in the club
Fuckin' models, doin' drugs (Oh-oh-oh-oh)
And I can't do this anymore (Oh-oh-oh-oh)
I feel like an animal (Oh-oh-oh-oh)
Woah
Damn, let me take my time
Was this really meant for me?
Pretendin' this my last drink
I know you won't believe
That ain't for me, turn it for me
Throw that ass in a circle
Make me feel like you can tell me
What the future has tried to hold me back
Why'd you show me this?
You know I got problems when daylight
Breaks, run from my mistakes
Why'd you make me this?
You know I'm gone
Poppin' bottles in the club
Fuckin' models, doin' drugs
I can't do this anymore
Poppin' bottles in the club
Fuckin' models, doin' drugs (Oh-oh-oh-oh)
And I can't do this anymore (Oh-oh-oh-oh)
I feel like an animal (Oh-oh-oh-oh)
Woah (Oh-oh-oh-oh)
Poppin' these models (Poppin'), exotic models (Yeah)
Poppin' these pills (Yeah-yeah-yeah), poppin' these bottles (Bottles)
Looked down at your watch (Woah), it's been a good year
Old school Monte Carlo, fuck what they thought (Skrrt), we goin' up
Keep this shit real, I sound like a dog (Fuck), we goin' up (Let's go)
Long life to be my content, we goin' up
Take that powder like it's nonsense, we goin' up
Fuck on a model until the sunset, whippin' it up
While they been cherishin' that, ain't came back, I'm keepin' it up
Poppin' bottles in the club
Fuckin' models, doin' drugs
I can't do this anymore
Poppin' bottles in the club
Fuckin' models, doin' drugs (Oh-oh-oh-oh)
And I can't do this anymore (Oh-oh-oh-oh)
I feel like an animal (Oh-oh-oh-oh)
Woah
I'm livin' fast (Yeah)
I made too much, you said to give it back (Oh)
But I gave you the keys for a reason
And I'm lost without you, please don't leave me
This shit means so much to me that I won't give up (Yeah)
My bag, I'm always in it, tryna run it up
I got enough for us, so we can roll it up
I wanna keep you 'round, don't wanna fuck it up
Don't wanna fuck it up
Poppin' bottles in the club
Fuckin' models, doin' drugs
I can't do this anymore
I feel like an animal
Fuckin' models, doin' drugs (Oh-oh-oh-oh)
And I can't do this anymore (Oh-oh-oh-oh)
I feel like an animal (Oh-oh-oh-oh)
Woah
Writer(s): Christopher Maurice Brown, James Douglas, Patrizio Pigliapoco, Donny Flores, Jeffery Lamar Williams, Juan Guerrieri Maril, Frederic Alexander Brewer, Aleicia Nicole Gibson
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