Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kehlani
Kehlani
Vocals
Jorja Douglas
Jorja Douglas
Vocals
Renee Downer
Renee Downer
Vocals
Stella Quaresma
Stella Quaresma
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kehlani
Kehlani
Songwriter
Anthony Clemons, Jr.
Anthony Clemons, Jr.
Songwriter
Aminata Kabba
Aminata Kabba
Songwriter
Kwame Holland
Kwame Holland
Songwriter
Jorja Douglas
Jorja Douglas
Songwriter
Renee Downer
Renee Downer
Songwriter
Stella Quaresma
Stella Quaresma
Songwriter
Uzoechi Emenike
Uzoechi Emenike
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chris Bhikoo
Chris Bhikoo
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Jacob Richards
Jacob Richards
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
DIXSON
DIXSON
Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]
FLO (Haha)
[Chorus]
I'm in the mood
You know what to do
Treat this like some food
Ten minus two with you
Ain't the point of cake
Just to eat it too?
I'm tryna get ate
Ten minus two with you
[Verse 1]
Had a taste and now you're on it like an addict (Oh)
Got you hungry for it, fiendin' for it, automatic (Oh)
I ain't ever really been that good at mathematics
But I've been countin' down the days until you're gettin' it
Countin' all the ways that you've been hittin' it
One, yeah, he booked the restaurant
But he want a dessert for dinner
And two, he know how to use his tongue
Three laps and he's a swimmer
No shade, before play (Oh)
Takes me up to five, six, seven, to the heavens
You're the one 'cause I'm tryna get ate
[Chorus]
I'm in the mood (Ate)
You know what to do (Ate, ate)
Treat this like some food
Ten minus two with you (Ten minus two with you)
Ain't the point of cake
Just to eat it too? (Oh)
I'm tryna get ate
Ten minus two with you (Ten minus two equals)
[PostChorus]
Eight, eight, eight, eight
Eight, eight, eight, eight
Eight, eight, eight, eight
Eight, eight, eight
[Verse 2]
You don't need them clothes when you walk in here (Take 'em off)
Even let you pick out your favorite tattoo (To lick up on)
Dive in love, baby, you wakin' my Poseidon up
Love when you slippin' and you slidin' up
One more touch and then I erupt
Let's vibe for a minute
His black card didn't even come with no limits
Big body Benz, got the windows tinted
We can get nasty up in the backseat with it
Got these ass cheeks liftin' up
Wouldn't be me if I ain't get a little nasty
Lick me, rub me, kiss me, touch me (Oh, oh)
Don't put it past me 'cause I'm
[Chorus]
I'm in the mood (Mood)
You know what to do (Do)
Treat this like some food (Ah)
Ten minus two with you (Two)
Ain't the point of cake
Just to eat it too?
I'm tryna get ate (Ate)
Ten minus two with you (Oh, no)
[PostChorus]
Eight, eight, eight, eight
Eight, eight, eight, eight (I'm tryna get ya, I'm tryna get ate)
Eight, eight, eight, eight (Ate)
Eight, eight, eight, eight (I'm tryna get ate)
[Chorus]
I'm in the mood
You know what to do (Do)
Treat this like some food
Ten minus two with you (Ten minus two)
Ain't the point of cake (Cake)
Just to eat it too? (Just to eat it too)
I'm tryna get ate (Ate)
Ten minus two with you (Ate, yeah, ten minus two with you)
[PostChorus]
Eight, eight, eight, eight
Eight, eight, eight, eight (Ate)
Eight, eight, eight, eight (Yeah)
Eight, eight, eight, eight (I'm tryna get ya, just tryna get ate)
[Outro]
I'm tryna get ate, yeah
FLO
Written by: Anthony Clemons, Jr., Darius Dixson, Kehlani, Kwame Holland
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