Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Childish Gambino
Vocals
21 Savage
Vocals
Ink
Additional Vocals
Kadhja Bonet
Vocals
Chukwudi Hodge
Drums
Kurtis Mckenzie
Drums
James Francies
Synthesizer
Sam Sugarman
Guitar
Ely Rise
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kadhja Bonet
Songwriter
Kurtis Mckenzie
Songwriter
Atia Boggs
Songwriter
Donald Glover
Songwriter
Dacoury Natche
Songwriter
Ely Weisfeld
Songwriter
Shéyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chukwudi Hodge
Co-Producer
Kurtis Mckenzie
Co-Producer
DJ Dahi
Producer
Donald Glover
Producer
Ely Rise
Co-Producer
Riley Mackin
Recording Engineer
Andrew Dawson
Mixing Engineer
Mike Bozzi
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Intro]
Uh
Uh
[Verse 1]
Someone made a mess in my account (Someone sound like me, yes)
Someone bought a Patek in a panic (Yes, yes)
Bode, Bentley addict, I go manic (Oh no)
Hit the oochie-coochie till it's slanted (Ooh)
I'm gon' beat it up, ooh, lady
I'm gon' make your dreams come, baby
Aye, you the one who talkin' all that trash (You the one who talkin' all that trash)
Forty-five, I'll twenty-eight that ass (Ooh)
You can set the snow on fire (Yeah, ooh)
You smell like a peach papaya
She said, "Eat this psilocybin, I'ma be right back"
I'm like, "A'ight" ("A'ight")
"Aye, I don't know what psilocybin is" (No)
"This better not be no Molly"
She just laughed and closed the door
Dark chocolate, sea salt
I took a bite (Ooh, uh)
She said, "We gon' have a special night" (Ooh, aye)
I said, "Who you tellin', girl? I know that"
Tracee Ellis with it when you throw back (Ooh, yeah)
Girl, I see your (Shadow move)
Ooh, you're so divine (Yes, you are)
And them panties came off (Ooh, yes they did)
I'ma give you some privacy (Uh)
Pictures with your stepsisters (Hmm)
N. K. Jemisin with you, uh
Got the "All About Love," on some Bell Hooks
Then I turned to a dirty look, uh (Meow)
Aye, why your cat lookin' at me sideways?
"Sing to her"
I said, "Nah, I'll put on the radio, though"
[Bridge]
I might let you go
[Verse 2]
Lay back on my back, vibrate (Uh)
My ex on some BS
She walked out the closet
Girl, never write a check I can't deposit
She said, "Boy, stop, let's go walkin'" (Let's go walkin')
"You wanna be outside for this" (Hold on)
We just talkin'
Dog park lookin' like a Trader Joe's (Roof, roof)
Papillon, mmm, thought you hated those
Other girls, uh, let they shady show
Every time we walk around
They say, "How she gonna hold him down?" No
Mmm, they don't know what they missin'
Most these **** wanna run around with these SZA's (Yeah)
I prefer to just stroll the park with this Chaka
Baby girl was just diggin' all in my pockets
I was goin' hard (By the magic hour)
We were holdin' hands, tried to make me understand (Ooh, yeah)
Make girls fall in love, that's my (Magic power, yes)
Everybody's jealous, I won't ease it with these colors (Uh, uh)
Ooh, I wanna see it in the moonlight
Yellow, red, orange robe, askin' for donation (Ooh)
I'm not a tourist, ****, this is not vacation (I am not a tourist, ****, this is not vacation)
Vibrate
Goddamn, man, this girl goin' crazy on my Motorola
She said, "Let me answer it" (Let me answer)
Then she'll know it's over (Ooh)
Girl, you cancerous, you gon' ruin my life (Ah-ah)
Let me get this paperweight, then come be my wife
She just laughed and touched my face (What you mean?)
You don't understand what this is (Oh wait, wait, wait, wait, wait)
I ain't lookin' for another lifetime
Let's just stay here and enjoy the great design
Had the iceberg tucked in my waist (Bling)
Fuck an omelet, you can eat off my face (No)
I just thought that we were vibin' (Aye)
You don't love her, then you lyin' (Uh)
Come and go and you get tulips
Put a finger to my two lips (It's okay)
Ooh, you got it bad, just remember what we had
You can set the snow on fire
The reason that you suffer is desire (Huh)
The reason that I'm movin' with this ooh-wee
I was lovin' life, I got too deep (I was too deep)
Woke up in my room, she was long gone
Toni singin' me another sad song (Ooh)
Eternity
Oh, until we meet again
[Bridge]
This ain't special, tell me what you want
This ain't special, baby, this is fun
This ain't special, tell me what you want
This ain't special, baby, this is fun
[Verse 3]
Drop it off, let me see if your booty soft (21)
Gold mouth, yes, I'm from the Dirty South (Hold up, hold up)
Lights out, summertime, I brought the ice out (Straight up, 21)
Pipes out, all my shooters came from Moscow (On God)
Got a girl in Harvard, I talk proper when I call her (21)
Baby, I'm a baller, ain't no way that I can raw ya (Straight up)
She don't want no new friends, she just tryna buy her a new Benz (On God)
I've been countin' M's, me and Ben Franklin damn near kin (On God)
Put my mind to it and I did it, them facts (21)
Talkin' 'bout your brother to get some pussy, that's wack (Straight up)
The police keep harassin' 'cause I'm rich and I'm black (Straight up)
They mad 'cause I made myself a boss without crack (On God)
I ain't trippin', boy, I'm Lamborghini whippin' (21, 21)
Straight up out the trenches, money made me ign'ant (It did)
I'm on a private jet, eatin' Popeyes chicken (21)
I be flexin' like I'm eatin' Popeye's spinach (21, 21, 21)
[Outro]
Morning dew
Percolatin', still have a little time for Sunday, ooh
So, baby, let's take it back to the crib
Back to the, back, back to the
Baby, I might let you go
Baby, keep me no matter what
And like I switch the other side of me
Baby, got a whole lotta ride on me
Baby, baby, let's take it back to the crib
Back, back to the crib
Back, back to the—, babe
I might let you go
Baby, baby, no matter what
And I can, I can, I can, I can
To the crib
Back to the crib, back to the
And no one seen them
Baby, I, baby, baby, I
Written by: Atia Boggs, Bin Abraham-Joseph, Dacoury Natche, Donald Glover, Ely Rise, Kadhja Bonet, Kurtis Mckenzie