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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Big Boi
Vocals
Adam Levine
Vocals
DJ Dahi
Programming
Sleepy Brown
Background Vocals
Scar
Vocals
Miss CC LaFlor
Background Vocals
Tayla Parx
Vocals
DJ Cutmaster Swiff
Scratches
Ray Murray
Synthesizer
Dave Robbins
Keyboards
DJ Khalil
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Terrence Smith
Songwriter
Dacoury Natche
Songwriter
Antwan Patton
Songwriter
Khalil Abdul‐Rahman
Songwriter
Patrick L Brown
Songwriter
Taylor Monet Parks
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DJ Dahi
Producer
Dave Kutch
Mastering Engineer
Michael Brauer
Mixing Engineer
Chris Carmouche
Recording Engineer
Brandon Wood
Assistant Engineer
Daniela Rivera
Assistant Engineer
Noah Passovoy
Engineer
Eric Eylands
Assistant Engineer
DJ Khalil
Producer
Delfino Mack
Assistant Engineer
Renegade El Rey
Recording Engineer
Steve Vealey
Assistant Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
**** still ain't fuckin' with Hollywood Court
'Cause they fuckin' with your boy like the Hollywood dough
Everything big, no comin' up short
Jack the buzzer-beater up, all net, half court
The game-winner shot, your name sayin' not
That same skinny thot you got, she be in n' out
She never spit it out either, we call her Poke-mouth
Big mouth bass, thighs match that ass
I build-a-bear before I build a bitch
I take her to the mall and fill her with the sugar dick tick
But the same lips she give a **** sugar with
Give you brain so intelligent with plenty sense
I took her innocence
Yeah, she was turnt out
And by the time I gave her back, she was burnt out
Like the tires on the Huracan
You ain't good, Antwan
Or better yet, stay great, we stay puttin' on
[Verse 2]
You're hotter than July (Super hot)
Super colder than December (So cold)
You got me dancin'
The dance floor tells no lies
Give them something to remember
You got me dancin'
[Verse 3]
Please don't stop movin' your feet
While the music's hot on that ecstasy
We can dance all night till we both get weak
Come on, come on
[Verse 4]
Stayin' fresh, that's the game plan
Out the oven 'cause we never microwavin'
We break it up like the smile of Michael Strahan
And keep shinin' like the glove on Michael J' hand
I do not play, man
Sure, I eat yo' ass up quick
I'm on that boss rap shit, they on that toss salad
Old jigga sees the **** you're followin', I delete 'em
I used to have a bench fulla bitches but didn't need 'em
Boi still fill arenas and kill in the Colosseum
ATLiens, still on top of you human beings
From the mothership, I'm on some other shit
Low key like the blow soul back in '86
But we don't sell dope
We pimp ink pens
To provoke the folks and keep 'em thinkin'
What is you drinkin'?
Or better yet, do you really know the meaning of life
Or are you sleepin'?
[Verse 5]
You're hotter than July (Super hot)
Super colder than December (So cold)
You got me dancin'
The dance floor tells no lies
Give them something to remember
You got me dancin'
[Verse 6]
You're hotter than July (Super hot)
Super colder than December (So cold)
You got me dancin'
The dance floor tells no lies
Give them something to remember
You got me dancin'
[Verse 7]
Please don't stop movin' your feet
(Please don't stop till ya) Got me dancin'
We can dance all night till we both get weak
Come on, (Please don't stop till ya)
You got me dancin'
[Verse 8]
Morning
We don't stop till the morning
We don't stop, keep it going
We're gonna see it through
And the rest is up to you
Written by: Antwan Patton, Dacoury Natche, Khalil Abdul‐Rahman, Patrick Brown, Tayla Parx, Terrence Smith, Zoe Brown