Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
PARTYNEXTDOOR
Vocals
Murda Beatz
Programming
Cardiak
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ini Kamoze
Songwriter
Jahron Anthony Brathwaite
Songwriter
Carl McCormick
Songwriter
Shane Lindstrom
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Murda Beatz
Producer
Cardiak
Producer
Alex Tumay
Mixing Engineer
Noah "40" Shebib
Additional Engineer
Dave Huffman
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Christal Jerez
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Greg Moffett
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Nathan Miller
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Angela Randisi
Assistant Recording Engineer
Harley Arsenault
Assistant Recording Engineer
David "Prep" Hughes
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Out in the streets, they call it murder
Baby, have a drink with me, don't order a virgin (Ooh)
I'm not controlla in it, I'm tryna see you turn up
I wanna see you (Turn up)
I wanna see you turn up, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
[Verse 2]
Yeah, I done flew you out the city
Girl, I know that you look pretty
But I want it all off (Yeah)
You said come and come get it
So I came and came with it
Fuck you till you nod off (Yeah)
I'm PS, baby, till I'm in Vegas, baby, till I hit TSA
Well, there's no TSA (We flyin' jets)
I hit Vegas straight
I tell you, I'm on my way
I can't bring sand to the beach (I won't bring sand)
Can't bring this bitch to the strip (Won't bring her there)
'Cause you know bitches gon' hate on her
Half of these bitches fake
And you know what type of time I'm on (Woah, 'bout time)
[Verse 3]
Out in the streets, they call it murder
Baby, have a drink with me, don't order a virgin (Ooh)
I'm not controlla in it, I'm tryna see you turn up
I wanna see you (Turn up)
I wanna see you turn up, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
[Verse 4]
Yeah, I done flew you out the city
Girl, I know that you look pretty, but I want it all off
You said come and come get it
So I came and came with it
Fuck you till you nod off (Yeah)
I'm PS, baby, till I'm in Vegas, baby, till I hit TSA
Well, there's no TSA
I hit Vegas straight
I tell you, I'm on my way
I can't bring sand to the beach (I won't bring sand)
Can't bring this bitch tho the strip (Won't bring her here)
'Cause you now bitches gon' hate on her
Half of these bitches fake
And you know what type of time I'm on (Woah, 'bout time)
[Verse 5]
Out in the streets, they call it murder
Baby, have a drink with me, don't order a virgin (Ooh)
I'm not controlla in it, I'm tryna see you turn up
I wanna see you (Turn up)
I wanna see you turn up, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
[Verse 6]
Out in the streets
I know you doin' double shifts
I know you do anything if you please
You know I want those double D's
Out in the, out in the streets, baby
Written by: C. McCormick, Carl E McCormick, Ini Kamoze, Jahron Anthony Brathwaite, S. Lindström