Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
NIKI
Vocals
Rich Brian
Vocals
Warren Hue
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Craig Balmoris
Songwriter
Nicole Zefanya
Songwriter
Brian Imanuel
Songwriter
Daniel Tannenbaum
Songwriter
Tyler Mehlenbacher
Songwriter
Daniel Krieger
Songwriter
Warren Hue
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Donuts
Producer
Bekon
Producer
Craig Balmoris
Producer
Erik Madrid
Mixing Engineer
Augustine Lim
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Reuben Cohen
Engineer
Daniel Tannenbaum
Producer
Lyrics
I'm gonna set the world on fire
Dreams come alive when I lose my mind
Look in my eyes, you can see desire
Truth in a world that's full of lies
(Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh)
(Oh, ooh, ah, oh, oh-ooh, ooh, ooh, ah, ooh, ah, oh)
Ah, ooh, ah, ooh
这是 88rising
Momma call, on your phone (ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy)
Momma call, on your phone (ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy)
Momma call, on your phone
Momma call, brrr (ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy)
Momma call, on your phone
Curfew, raise on
Serve food, be home (yeah), be home (yeah), be home (yeah)
We the warriors, behold (yeah), behold, behold (yeah, yeah)
Momma call my celly, "Food gettin' cold" (brr)
Ramune my drink and my necklacе on gold (yeah, yeah)
Don't need lean, all my magic in bowls (yеah)
King tut, can't touch, us
It's my theme song, yeah, theme song, yeah (woah)
What you been on, what you been on?
When you comin' home, why you leave me 'lone?
Got no signal, this the intro
MSG in my fish, we leave bones
Yeah, I eat thrown
Transparent, all these faces are fish bowls
Golden state, I was walking bridges
Momma call me like, "Wash the dishes" (woah)
Momma call, on your phone (ayy-ayy, brr)
Momma call, on your phone (yeah-ayy, brr-brr)
Momma call (yeah, ayy)
Momma call, momma call (ayy)
You got no soda, you got what you packing
My man is on go, don't got time for no slacking
I keep to myself, I don't need no distractions
But I'm not the one to back out from a challenge
The ones that defend me, the ones that attacking
The ones that be claiming they real, they be capping
The higher the hills, man, the taller the rack
'Cause the bigger the numbers, the bigger the taxes
I'm figurin' out every day how to win a debate
In my head, in my heart
Can we all get along with a late conversation?
If I'm in the room then I'm never escaping
If they got a bag for me, get to the choppa
Ride around the city with the homies in a Mazda
Load it in the crib, it's a castle
Ghost you for five months like Flacko
'Bout to set the world on fire
Momma call, on your phone (ayy-ayy, brr)
Momma call, on your phone (yeah-ayy, brr-brr)
Momma call, momma call, momma call on your phone (ayy)
Momma call, on your phone (ayy-ayy, brr)
Momma call, on your phone (yeah-ayy, brr-brr)
Momma call, on your phone (yeah, ayy)
On your phone, your phone (ayy)
Momma call, on your phone (ayy-ayy, brr)
Momma call, on your phone (yeah-ayy, brr-brr)
Momma call, on your phone (yeah, ayy)
Momma call me like, momma call me like
Momma call me like, "Eat your food"
Granny comin' in a week or two
I don't play no peekaboo
Momma told be you'd be confident
These visibly need oxygen
I'm material, I eat rice on my cereal
I treat rice like rollin' dice for my life
On chore, but when I do, I do it right
Momma called, momma called me, I'll be there tonight
Writer(s): Daniel Tannenbaum, Craig Inocencio Balmoris, Tyler Reese Mehlenbacher, Daniel Nathan Krieger, Sergiu Adrian Gherman, Brian Imanuel, Nicole Zefanya, Warren Hui
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