Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Skilla Baby
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Derelle Rideout
Songwriter
Trevon Gardner
Songwriter
Naujour Grainger
Songwriter
Ibrahim Muhammad Dodo
Songwriter
Malik Sanders
Songwriter
Andre Robertson
Songwriter
Shaun Thomas
Songwriter
Joshua White
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
S-Dot
Producer
Bizness Boi
Producer
Derelle Rideout
Producer
PISCEE
Producer
Malik 95
Producer
Chris Smith
Recording Engineer
Thomas “Tillie” Mann
Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
See you, I'm on my way (oh, I'm on my way)
I can't wait to hold you and feel them things (ayy, Biz, this you? P-PISCEE)
My baby, she done been around the world
Nobody know she ain't nothin' like none of these other girls
She keep it fine, she keep it classy, she say she demure
And when I'm gone, she know I'm missin', she send pics on tour
Ain't that what women for?
I told her call me when she miss me
Even though I'm busy, girl, I love you 'cause you silly
Real as fuck and you so pretty
Stay a hunnid 'til we 50, doin' 80 in a 60
You keep textin' me, "Come get me, bae", I'm comin', just be patient
I been racin' to this money, when I'm done, I'm gon' come runnin'
I'ma show you that I love you 'cause I know you a real woman
Wanna fuck you, I wanna love you
I wanna feel you, where you at? I'm tryna touch you
Baby, I miss you, I need kisses, I need to hug you
I put that AP on your wrist, now yo' shit bussin'
You say you feel it in your stomach, I got you cummin'
It wasn't never 'bout no money, I know you love me (huh)
My baby, she done been around the world
Nobody know she ain't nothin' like none of these other girls
She keep it fine, she keep it classy, she say she demure
And when I'm gone, she know I'm missin', she send pics on tour
Ain't that what women for?
I tell her, "Sex me, caress me, whatever you do, don't stress me"
She know that I'm way-way flyer than all the jets be
I don't need no stylist, don't need for no one to dress me
But you better know my name when you address me
Super fine, she classy, she ain't gotta ask me for a thing
But I'ma do everything that baby askin' of me
Took a trip out to the hills, she ain't even packin' a thing
On the fit, she go Lulu, but her glasses Celine
Hunnids in the Goyard, rich, so I play a ho heart
She said I go missin', my life even faster than Mopar
Bae, I'm on my grind, I remember, I ain't have no car
Now I'm lookin' back, like damn, I done made it so far
My baby, she done been around the world
Nobody know she ain't nothin' like none of these other girls
She keep it fine, she keep it classy, she say she demure
And when I'm gone, she know I'm missin', she send pics on tour
Ain't that what women for?
See you, I'm on my way (oh, I'm on my way)
I can't wait to hold you and feel them things (let's get it on, oh)
Writer(s): Andre Carnell Robertson, Shaun Thomas, Naujour Grainger, Derelle De Sean Rideout, Trevon Gardner, Malik Sanders, Mohamad Asri Bin Ibrahim
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