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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Aitch
Vocals
GRM Daily
Vocals
Adrian McLeod
Keyboards
Toddla T
Programming
B Young
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Adrian McLeod
Songwriter
Bertan Jafer
Songwriter
Harrison Armstrong
Songwriter
Isaac Hagan
Songwriter
Thomas Mackenzie Bell
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jake “WhyJay” Jones
Engineer
Stuart Hawkes
Mastering Engineer
Sam Chadburn
Mixing Engineer
Toddla T
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Go on, baby, show me what you got
Shake it for the kid, move your hips and make it drop
I couldn't really care if it's real or it's not
If it is, you got a gift, but if it's not, it's worth a lot, ah
Baby, don't worry, take your time
Tell me, are you tryna ride or should I hit it from the side?
You ain't gotta lie, you ain't really that shy
It says it all in your eyes, girl, I know what's on your mind
Naughty girly, back it up and broke it
She feel it getting harder and she love it
Whispered in my ear and she asked me if we're fuckin'
She knew I'm tryna get up in the pussy
Baby, I'll be real, I ain't takin' you to France
But I'll take you to the dance if you're takin' off your pants
Pussy so good had to stop and give thanks
Swear a lotta shit changed, but it's money in the bank
Aitch
[Verse 2]
Girl, I see you fucking up the party
You don't want us moving naughty, yeah, yeah, yeah
See you chillin' with your best friend
We can make a mess then we can hit my yard in a heartbeat
Girl, I see you fucking up the party
You don't want us moving naughty, yeah, yeah, yeah
I don't care about your next man, care about your ex man
I just wanna fuck, if you ask me
[Verse 3]
Come a little closer, I got something you can grab on
Know you wanna stay with me, ain't gotta worry 'bout a cab
But all these other man are watchin', they be preein' up your back
Buyin' bottles to impress her but ain't preein' up the stack
Damn right, she comin' to the house
And she knows what she gettin', push it in and pull it out
We got straight into it, she ain't here to fuck about
When we're fuckin', she keep askin' me to put it in her mouth
Phone bellin' now, put it down, ignore your best mate
Rubbin' on your pussy, watch it squirt and make your legs shake
Hand up in my boxers, go on, babe, I'll let you set pace
Body like a model, you so pretty, you should get paid
But true say, you're lucky if I lick it
But if I'm drunk, I'm probably with it if you're with it
She probably only do it for the image
But I don't give a shit, the pussy wicked
[Verse 4]
Girl, I see you fucking up the party
You don't want us moving naughty, yeah, yeah, yeah
See you chillin' with your best friend
We can make a mess then we can hit my yard in a heartbeat
Girl, I see you fucking up the party
You don't want us moving naughty, yeah, yeah, yeah
I don't care about your next man, care about your ex man
I just wanna fuck, if you ask me
Written by: Adrian McLeod, Bertan Jafer, Harrison Armstrong, Isaac Hagan, Thomas Mackenzie Bell