Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chiae
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
John McGee
Composer
Quavious Marshall
Composer
Kirsnick Khari Ball
Composer
Leland Austin
Composer
Trumell Clemons
Composer
Clifford Harris
Composer
Djuan Hart
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Malachiae Warren
Engineer
Jasper Cameron
Co-Producer
Scott Naughton
Mixing Engineer
John McGee
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I just wanna thank yo momma
Wanna let you know I want ya
It's Chaie, baby
[Verse 2]
Baby, when you come through
You know what I wanna do
I feel some type of way when I look at you
Aw, baby, aw, baby
A star in the night time
And you shine like the sunrise
Girl, you know I'm tryna be that guy
For you, babe, you, baby
[Verse 3]
When I think about the way you make me feel
Look me in my eyes so that I know it's real
You know
[Verse 4]
I just wanna, I just wanna, I just wanna, I just wanna thank yo momma
I just wanna, I just wanna, I just wanna, I just wanna thank yo momma
For making something so fine
Something so right
I just wanna, I just wanna, I just wanna, I just wanna thank yo momma
[Verse 5]
What's your nationality?
Something them girls all wanna be
You don't even gotta wear a weave
So sex, so sexy
Love you like we grown
'Cause, girl, you got me on one
I'm tryna be the one you think about
When you're laid up in the house, oh
[Verse 6]
When I think about the way you make me feel
Look me in my eyes so that I know it's real
I just wanna, oh
[Verse 7]
I just wanna, I just wanna, I just wanna, I just wanna thank yo momma
I just wanna, I just wanna, I just wanna, I just wanna thank yo momma
For making something so fine
Something so right
I just wanna, I just wanna, I just wanna, I just wanna thank yo momma
[Verse 8]
I just wanna thank yo momma
Wanna let you know I want ya
On the water in Bahamas
I came from trapping out the jungle
She so cold like a tundra
Quavo I'm hot like the summer
Hair so long like Rapunzel
You know she got it from her momma
[Verse 9]
Lil' mama looking so bad, I just wanna get to know her
Hop on my private jet, I got a lot of shit to show her
Gucci, Versace, Yung Rich Nation and some Michael Kors
Let you drive my Bentley, get you out that Honda Accord
Now that I'm with you, you get you stuff that you couldn't afford
Ain't gotta clean, baby, got a maid, she gon' do the chores
You see the Benz with that red ribbon on front, that's yours
And yacht in the back of the mansion, baby, all aboard
[Verse 10]
I just wanna, I just wanna, I just wanna, I just wanna thank yo momma
I just wanna, I just wanna, I just wanna, I just wanna thank yo momma
For making something so fine
Oh something so right
I just wanna, I just wanna, I just wanna, I just wanna thank yo momma
Written by: Clifford Harris, Delante Christopher Murphy, Djuan Hart, Jasper Cameron, John McGee, Kirsnick Khari Ball, Leland Austin, Malachiae Warren, Quavious Marshall, Trumell Clemons