Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Drake
Vocals
Lil Yachty
Background Vocals
BNYX®
Drums
Bangs
Keyboards
Gentuar Memishi
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Aubrey Drake Graham
Songwriter
Gentuar Memishi
Songwriter
Benjamin Saint Fort
Songwriter
Bennett Pepple
Songwriter
Miles Parks McCollum
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lil Yachty
Producer
Noel Cadastre
Recording Engineer
Noah "40" Shebib
Mixing Engineer
OUPSiNG
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Dave Huffman
Assistant Mastering Engineer
BNYX®
Co-Producer
Bangs
Producer
Gentuar Memishi
Producer
Lyrics
[Chorus]
Damn, okay (Yeah)
I been out the way in the cut, it's been a minute (Been a minute)
Workin' on a album, now it's finished
Last time I saw her, she was fuckin' with my ****
So the question is, the question is
What would Pluto do? He'd fuck the ho, so I did it (Yeah, yeah)
What would Pluto do? He'd fuck the ho, so I did it (Yeah, yeah)
What would Pluto do? He definitely fuckin' on this ho, aye
[Verse 1]
Wigglin' back into my old ways, aye
Bunch of sedatives, hypnotics in my system, okay
Life is goin' just how I predicted, okay
Droppin' two Cialis in a liquid, okay
I ain't got a strap, I gotta risk it, okay
Baby girl, Adonis need a sister, okay
And my baby mama out the picture, okay
Think I'm 'Luminati 'cause I'm rich, well, okay
[Verse 2]
Diamonds in the sky
Put your face down, ass in the air
Two cups stuffed, aye, bussin' off pill
Keep our shit trill, crack a new seal
New Rolls, bought it for the thrill
Too lazy to even change out the wheel
Yeah, thought they knew my body, guess they don't
Thought they knew my body, guess they don't, aye
Thought they knew my body, guess they—
Aye, guess they don't
[Verse 3]
I'm geekin' off of my pride (Yeah, yeah)
Lost my Sprite deal 'cause Wayne kept pourin' fives
You know I'm beefin' with much older guys (Much older guys)
'Fore I catch up with them, they'll probably
Aye, what? R.I.P them fuck **** (Damn, what?)
What, really hate a rap ****
Let's not even talk about them fuck ****, fuck them
Hit my line talkin' 'bout, "What's up?" well, what's up then?
Last time I saw you, you was talkin' 'bout reduction
Lookin' at you now, I see you ain't get rid of—
Lookin' at you now, I see you ain't get rid of nothin'
Where you get that jeans from? Who sewed the buttons?
'Cause that shit still poppin' out the front and the back
That shit still poppin' out the, damn
That shit came poppin' out them jeans like a ghost
Girl, you gotta pop that on me like a Coke
Swear I wanna crack behind your back like a joke
Swear I wanna lift you up high like your hopes
Swear I wanna tear your box out like a coach
Get inside and bend a dick just like the pope
Girl, you got me beggin' for a ten like I'm broke
Girl, I want us hangin' in the summer like a coat
Girl, I wanna slide in your box like a vote
Tryna have you comin' out your shell like the yolk
But I heard you fuckin' with a **** that I know
Okay, so?
[Chorus]
Damn, okay ('Kay)
I been out the way in the cut, it's been a minute (Been a minute)
Workin' on a album, now it's finished (Yeah, it's done)
Last time I saw her, she was fuckin' with my ****
So the question is, the question is (Yeah, yeah)
What would Pluto do? He'd fuck the ho, so I did it (Yeah, yeah)
What would Pluto do? He'd fuck the ho, so I did it (Yeah, yeah)
What would Pluto do? He definitely fuckin' on this ho
[Outro]
Yeah, yeah
Written by: Aubrey Drake Graham, Benjamin Saint Fort, Bennett Pepple, Gentuar Memishi, M. McCollum, Miles Parks McCollum