Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
G-Eazy
Performer
Anjelika Jelly Joseph
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Anjelika Jelly Joseph
Composer
Gerald Gillum
Composer
John Michael Rouchell
Composer
Asten Harris
Composer
Alvin Ford Jr.
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
John Michael Rouchell
Producer
Apex Martin
Producer
Alvin Ford Jr.
Producer
Brian Chew
Recording Engineer
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
Jacob Richards
Assistant Engineer
Mike Seaberg
Assistant Engineer
DJ Riggins
Assistant Engineer
Dakari
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
You know
Celine suits and boots
Gimme the loose, hmph
Yeah
A champagne toast and a tux, so classy
Parties at the castle, I'm a real life Gatsby
She said "I love your voice, it sounds so raspy"
I whispered in her ear, the rest happened so fastly
Real good girl but to me she's so nasty
I won't kiss and tell, thought I told you don't ask me
I'm chill now, don't ask me
All I can say is I made her body so happy
From the Bay that's why this game was acquired
Until I moved out to the NO, soaked it up, got inspired
I chased what I want, got everything I desirеd
I go for days on end, I swear, I nevеr get tired, let's go
Ooh, my back achin' from all this wagon that I'm draggin'
And yeah, my little feet hurt
'Cause I've been running through your mind all day
You better get right or you gon' get left
You better get right or you gon' get left
You better get right or you gon' get left
I got a line on block and if we needin' time
[?] miss your shot, babe
Been working all night, yeah, alright, yeah
Body looking right, yeah, it's nice, yeah
I'm the fuckin' Joker, a nightmare
Bathroom sex, I'ma fuck you right there
No rubbers on me, had to roll the dice, yeah
Already did it so I ran it twice, yeah
What's one more time, we already right here
Life is a gamble and my luck is nice, yeah
Bad influence, don't take my advice, yeah
Demon hours going up until it's light, yeah
Sun coming up, what the fuck is life, yeah
You're lying through your teeth if I'm not your type, yeah
Ooh, my back achin' from all this wagon that I'm draggin'
And yeah, my little feet hurt
'Cause I've been running through your mind all day
You better get right or you gon' get left
You better get right or you gon' get left
You better get right or you gon' get left
I got a line on block and if we needin' time
[?] miss your shot, babe
Come on now
I got the finest motherfuckers, the finest hoes, the finest bitches
The biggest jewelry, the biggest cars, the biggest houses
If you wanna come to my bar you better drink something
We ain't doing nothing light in here
And if it's a little smoke, then go ahead and light it up
And, shit, twerk something, baby
Twerk something, baby
Twerk something, baby
Twerk something, baby
Twerk something, baby
Twerk something, baby
Twerk something, baby
Twerk something, baby
Twerk something, baby
(What we doin', Apex?)
Writer(s): Dwayne Carter, Terius Gray, Byron O. Thomas, Gerald Gillum, Asten London Harris, John Michael Rouchell, Anjelika Joseph, Alvin Ford Jr.
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