Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Trey Songz
Performer
Feather
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Feather
Songwriter
Tremaine Neverson
Songwriter
Shawn Holmes
Songwriter
Chris Smith
Songwriter
Collins Rolle
Songwriter
Nia Dorsey
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Shawn Holmes
Producer
Moritz Braun
Mixing Engineer
Irvin Johnson
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Intro]
Looking for a time like this
Why you so fine like this?
We don't usually go to clubs, but when we do, we fuck it up
Yeah
We drunk, cuttin' up
Mmm, mmm
[Verse 1]
Come in close
Tell me more about you
Let's get personal
You thought I was an angel
Only heaven knows
I hope tonight I get you all alone
But before we go
[Chorus]
We drunk, cuttin' up, couple bottles opened up
We don't usually go to clubs, but when we do, we fuck it up
Toot up, make it jump, throw it back like thun-duh-dun
Know you wanna grip up, fuck around, and fall in love
[PostChorus]
Looking for a time like this
Why you so fine like this?
Love how you talk when you're lit
We just click
[Verse 2]
Throw some more while we watch the stripper show
Take me home, now I'm the one that's on the pole
It's your lucky day, and I'm your pot of gold
Got that good good, I've been tryna told you
Let's get lit again, talk your shit again
Keep you coming back, you my twin again
Let's go MIA, I'm tryna LIV again
Kiss my sugar, babe, taste my cinnamon
[Chorus]
We drunk, cuttin' up, couple bottles opened up
We don't usually go to clubs, but when we do, we fuck it up
Toot up, make it jump, throw it back like thun-duh-dun
Know you wanna grip up, fuck around, and fall in love
[PostChorus]
Looking for a time like this
Looking for a time like this
Why you so fine like this?
Why you, why you so fine?
Love how you talk when you lit
We just click
Yeah, talk that shit
[Chorus]
We drunk, cuttin' up, couple bottles opened up
We don't usually go to clubs, but when we do, we fuck it up (Yeah)
Toot up, make it jump, throw it back like thun-duh-dun
Know you wanna grip up, fuck around, and fall in love
[Chorus]
We drunk, cuttin' up, couple bottles opened up
We don't usually go to clubs, but when we do, we fuck it up
Toot up, make it jump, throw it back like thun-duh-dun
Know you wanna grip up, fuck around, and fall in love
[Bridge]
Drunk up in the club
Come and show me love
We gon' fuck it up
Brrt-bom-bom-bom-bom-bom-bom-bom
[Verse 3]
His lil' demon, I got devilish ways
Pussy kill him dead, need a shovel and grave
Only big dogs, never fuck with the strays
Never been the type to play them lil' girl games
One shot, two shots, now I'm feelin' wavy
Eyes locked on you, baby, shit gettin' crazy
Lights low, hands slow, touch it 'fore you taste it
If it's your favorite, baby, you gon' put it where your face is
How I just met you and I'm tryna let you?
How you actin' cute thinkin' that you special?
You know I'm from Memphis, it's some playa in me
Shit, **** gotta ball if he playin' with me
[Chorus]
'Cause you know we drunk, cuttin' up, couple bottles opened up
We don't usually go to clubs, but when we do, we fuck it up
Toot up, make it jump, throw it back like thun-duh-dun
Know you wanna grip up, fuck around, and fall in love
[PostChorus]
Aye, you know I'm looking for a time like this
For a time
Why you so fine like this?
Love how you talk when you lit
When you lit, aye, aye
[Outro]
Aye, run it back
Written by: Chris Smith, Collins Rolle, Feather, Nia Dorsey, Shawn Holmes, Tremaine Neverson