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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Travis Scott
Vocals
Kid Cudi
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jacques Bermon Webster II
Songwriter
Pharrell Williams
Songwriter
Scott Mescudi
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Travis Scott
Producer
Pharrell Williams
Additional Producer
Buddy Ross
Additional Producer
Mike Larson
Recording Engineer
Manny Marroquin
Mixing Engineer
Zach Pereya
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Anthony J Vilchis
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Trey Station
Assistant Mixing Engineer
MIKE DEAN
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
I get it, I get it, I get it, love
They love me, they love me, love me long time
I get it, I get it, I get it, love
They love me, they love me, love me long time
I get it, I get it, I get it, love
They love me, they love me, love me long time (long time, long time)
I get it, I get it, I get it, love
They love me, they love me, love me long time (long time, long time)
Y'all feel, y'all feel like that?
Y'all feel, y'all feel like that?
They give me, they give me love, they love the scott
They love how the disc rock, they lovin' the Jac'
No wi fi, we hot spottin', connected the block
Rollin' through the club, we feelin' the love
Iller than my trees, they jockin' my steeze, please
Five hundred degrees, nigga, who hotter than me? (Bitches, yeah)
Y'all feel, y'all feel like that?
Y'all feel, y'all feel like that?
They love me, love me, love me, yeah, they love me long time
They love me, they love me, love to show me love (love)
They love me, love me, love me, yeah, they love me long time
They love me, they love me, love to show me love (love)
Y'all feel, y'all feel like that?
Y'all feel, y'all feel like that?
Come and kick back with us
This a new religion, come and have mass with us
Tell me, have you made love to a bachelor?
Turnin' bad city, used to grow up in the backwoods
Come take a ride with the real, it's the last of us
We gon' make them vogue bitches turn racheter
First task, now look, you used to laugh at us
Pass the actavis 'cause a nigga past passivist
Imagine my world of misogyny
Nigga, fuck a, fuck a monogamy
Got her head tipped over the driver's seat
Meet me, don't go tell my mama 'bout this, baby, hold up
We gon' own the summer
Never, never stressin', no, we always hit the numbers
'Cause always stressin', always cuffin' different numbers
Know we tired of makin' shit, you know the streets don't make diplomas
Drunk somethin', tryna find my keys
I find myself lookin' down at the stars, the bees
The stars align, remember when it was Ramadan
I try a line, might try some crime, might try to dime
But now it's time, baby, now it's time
Na na na na na, na na na na na
Na na na na na, get the love and they givin' it up, like
I get it, I get it, I get it, love
They love me, they love me, love me long time
I get it, I get it, I get it, love
They love me, they love me, love me long time (time, time)
I get it, I get it, I get it, love
They love me, they love me, love me long time (long time, long time)
I get it, I get it, I get it, love
They love me, they love me, love me long time (long time, long time)
Y'all feel, y'all feel like that?
Y'all feel, y'all feel like that?
It's on fire toni–
The night is too young and the love in the air hit me
Follow all the vibes up in every city
Gamble with your life, thinkin' 'bout it
Home with you tonight, you don't want it with him
We raise our glasses, the madness
The tiny waist, the asses, dance in the trances
Baby said she ready and we 'bout to find out
Don't be mad that your girl a fine dime, we get it
Livin' live, Richard Pryor on a mission
And they lookin' like they know, but they didn't
Let me slip into my mode, little
Smokin' plenty with tequila, baby
Members of the rage run 'way with it
Fashion week in Paris, front row with it
Diamonds always dancin', no bullshit
They see a black god on the job, yeah, I'm so winnin'
Writer(s): Travis L. Barker, Scott Ramon Seguro Mescudi, Edward Ma
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