Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
IDK
Vocals
Jucee Froot
Vocals
Saucy Santana
Vocals
Caleb Buchanan
Bass Guitar
Blue Rondo
Keyboards
Atia Boggs
Additional Vocals
Khia
Sampled Artist
Smokey Robinson
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alex Christian Jean Petit
Songwriter
Atia Boggs
Songwriter
Edward Meriwether
Songwriter
Jason Mills
Songwriter
Khia Chambers
Songwriter
Michael Williams
Songwriter
Rashad Spain
Songwriter
Rose Ella Jones
Songwriter
Terrica Alexander
Songwriter
William Robinson
Songwriter
IDK
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
IDK
Producer
Calvin Valentine
Additional Producer
Eden Eliah Nagar
Recording Engineer
Nic Wheeler
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Calin Enache
Mixing Engineer
CashMoneyAp
Producer
Wil Anspach
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
Break of dawn, break of dawn
Baby, you can be my rider bitch
All you ladies pop your pussy like this
Shake your body, don't stop, don't miss
All you ladies pop your pussy like this
Shake your body, don't stop, don't miss
You know me, I don't need no introduction in this
I know **** up north that be pumpin' the bricks
I know **** down south that be dumpin' the clips
I know **** on the east that's never lovin' a bitch
And she ain't lovin' them ****, make five, six figures
Back it up, don't stop, like she can hold that liquor
Back it up, don't stop, like I can hold that too
Two million dollar home, we can go back to
Couple thousand on the watch, that's a throwback, boo
Hundred fifty on the whip, like, "Oh, thats cute"
She said she like the stick hard, I gave the hoe bamboo
She said she like the good beef, I gave the hoe wagyu (Ooh)
She gon' get freaky if the bread right
And if the head right, I'll be there every night
And if the pussy good, I'll be there everyday
Face down, ass up, roll play, anime
And that pussy so swole
Shake that ass to the floor
Baby, I'm a little hit
Baby, you can be my rider bitch
Pop it like this, if you a bad ass bitch
I be the best you ever had
Santana
Baby, you can be my rider bitch
Bad bitch, white toes, that's the energy (Ow)
Started gettin' money, bitches turned enemy (Tuh)
Bein' broke ain't a win to me (Bye)
Can't fuck no **** with no broke dick energy
Now he pushin my buttons, he thinkin' bout sex
But all my time gon' cost you a check
This highway curve gon' cause you a wreck
These Versace forty-two, on top of yo' neck
I just want the face first, eat it till your face hurt
Pussy for dessert, ass clappin' like a church
Runnin' up a check, so my feelings don't work (Feelings don't work)
Applyin' major pressure and you gon' need a perc' (Perc')
I'll get freaky if the bread right (Ow)
And if the head right, I'll be there every night
If the dick good, I'll be there every day
Face down, ass up, roll play, anime
And that pussy so swole
Shake that ass to the floor
Baby, I'm a little hit
Baby, you can be my rider bitch
Pop it like this, if you a bad ass bitch
I be the best you ever had
Baby, you can be my rider bitch
I'm a boss ass bitch, might walk ya bitch
I ain't droppin' off shit, Icebox my wrist
I'ma put it on his face, make him talk to it
I'ma spray him like some mace, **** better not squint
Raw bitch, but, nah, I can't be your baby momma
I'ma ride it like a llama if your dick have some commas
Told him, "Play with the P like he play with the numbers"
Submarine in my stream, ooh, the way he go under
Girl, don't be scared, gon' pop yo' cat
Fuck all that, gon' pop ur cat
If he got them ends, girls, bend yo' back
Gotta babysit his kids if he on a private jet
Too good, I'm no good, toxic
For the streets, I'm in yo' hood, drop it
I cream, he got cheese, cottage
And when I leave, won't hear from me, he on the blocklist
Bend yo' back
Bend yo' back
Written by: Alex Christian Jean Petit, Atia Boggs, Edward Meriwether, Jason Mills, Khia Chambers, Michael Williams, Rashad Spain, Rose Ella Jones, Terrica Alexander, William Robinson