Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Aitch
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jacob Manson
Songwriter
Harrison Armstrong
Songwriter
Jacob Daniel Jones
Songwriter
Taras Slusarenko
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Whyjay
Producer
LiTek
Producer
Jacob Manson
Producer
Prash 'Engine-Earz' Mistry
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
La, la, la-la
La, la-la, la, la, la
[Verse 2]
(FaceTime, FaceTime
She coming over, it's a double late night)
[Verse 3]
Yo
My baby she a baddie, got some hips like Shakira
Fuck around, flew her to Jumeirah (Dubai) (La, la-la, la)
Told me she weren't tryna fuck on the first night
But, babe, you shoulda said it clearer, yeah
I'll be 45 minutes on the M-way
She told me, "Text me when you're nearer" (Sk-sk-sk-skrrr)
When I land, you know she screaming down the whole place
Must be deaf if you can't hear her
[Verse 4]
Double my age, you know she call me "Baby Aitch"
But there ain't nothing, baby, 'bout it, when you look below the waist (Woah)
Skinny brudda, but I love me loads of cake
And all the pussy I've been eating got me feeling overweight
[Verse 5]
Nothing but pinkies in my stack
No bullets, just riddims in the mac (Baow, baow, baow, baow) yeah
Louis duffel, tell 'em fill it up with cash
No bruddas, just women in the gaff (Aghh)
[Verse 6]
Take time, take time
You've made yours, I'm just tryna make mine
FaceTime, FaceTime
She coming over, it's another late night
Baby, pull your panties to the side
Baby, pull your panties to the side, yeah
So freaky, you a baddie in disguise
Took her home, she getting nasty in the ride
[Verse 7]
Got the world in my palm, brought some girls to The Palm
Tried say they ain't down, but I'm certain they are
With some loose white brothers pulling birds at the bar
On a last-minute ting, they call me Fergie, yana
Grab it and slap it, one baddie from Paris
Back it out, she can't hack it, said I'm taller in person
She ain't been Manny, so I told her get packing
Hit the mall with few bags and spend it all cah she's worth it
[Verse 8]
Pull up in a Benzo truck
Come here closer, tell her friends don't look
She wanna roll because she knows I'm from the 016
And she just want that ghetto love
[Verse 9]
Nothing but pinkies in my stack
Won't whip it 'less it's digi on the dash (Sk-sk-sk-skrrr), yeah
I swear the girl was so pretty in the face
But on God, I hit it different from the back (Aghh)
[Verse 10]
Take time, take time
You've made yours, I'm just tryna make mine (La, la-la, la)
FaceTime, FaceTime
She coming over, it's another late night
Baby, pull your panties to the side
Baby, pull your panties to the side
Yeah
So freaky, you a baddie in disguise
Took her home, she getting nasty in the ride
Written by: Aitch, Jacob Manson, LiTek, Whyjay