Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Plies
Plies
Lead Vocals
Sean Garrett
Sean Garrett
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Plies
Plies
Songwriter
Sean Garrett
Sean Garrett
Songwriter
T. Sewell
T. Sewell
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Plies
Plies
Producer
Sean Garrett
Sean Garrett
Producer
M Pratt
M Pratt
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Michael Miller
Michael Miller
Assistant Mixing Engineer
D.P. Samuel
D.P. Samuel
Assistant Engineer
Ronell "Big Gates" Levatte
Ronell "Big Gates" Levatte
Executive Producer
Ted "Touche" Lucas
Ted "Touche" Lucas
Executive Producer
Glenn Schick
Glenn Schick
Mastering Engineer
Leslie Brathwaite
Leslie Brathwaite
Mixing Engineer
Bryan Tyson
Bryan Tyson
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Hey, baby, 'fore you put yo' clothes back on
I wanna tell you something
You done something in yo' life that I ain't never done in my life befo'
And that's fucked a millionaire, ha
[Verse 2]
Damn, shorty, you hotter than the street light, you wanna get did right
C'mon and get on me, I wanna know what's making you want it
Damn, shorty, you hotter than the street light, you wanna get did right
C'mon and get on me, I wanna know what's making you want it
[Verse 3]
She never seen me, a day in her life
All she know, my money look right
Young street ****, sipping on 'gnac
Yeah, she see the swag, plus she see the ice
Sitting in the Chevy, listening to the pipes
Passenger seat open, room for a wife
**** wish for it, but this is my life
She walk real stank, that's what I like
Jeans sticking to her, pussy looking right
She get in this whip, it ain't no coming bike
Cause I'm pretty sho' I got what you like
I can't even front, you hotter than the street light
[Verse 4]
Damn, shorty, you hotter than the street light, you wanna get did right
C'mon and get on me, I wanna know what's making you want it
Damn, shorty, you hotter than the street light, you wanna get did right
C'mon and get on me, I wanna know what's making you want it
[Verse 5]
Say she don't fuck with broke ****, I told her me, too
My money been straight, what about you?
'Cause if you broke, I don't need to fuck with you
Bullshit never, I make dreams come true
You say your man at work, baby, what he do?
He answer phones for a living, ain't that cute
I'm in the streets with mine and he wearing suits
Before he fuck you, do he finger you and eat you?
You got the potential, baby, to be my boo
In 'bout 30 minutes, I can get you loose
Make you nut twice befo' I shoot
You hotter than the street light, telling you the truth
[Verse 6]
Damn, shorty, you hotter than the street light, you wanna get did right
C'mon and get on me, I wanna know what's making you want it
Damn, shorty, you hotter than the street light, you wanna get did right
C'mon and get on me, I wanna know what's making you want it
[Verse 7]
So many nights, you done called me and begged me to come on over
But you know that your ****'s at home, and it's gonna be some shit if I appear
And you know there ain't no fear, so come on, baby, be for real
If I show up, I'ma have to carry on, ain't gon' stop putting on, and I'ma have to take it there
[Verse 8]
As soon as the street lights come on, I'ma come getcha, getcha
As soon as the street lights come on, I'ma come see ya, see ya
As soon as the street lights come on, I'ma come getcha, getcha
As soon as the street lights come on, I'ma come see ya, see ya
[Verse 9]
Damn, shorty, you hotter than the street light, you wanna get did right
C'mon and get on me, I wanna know what's making you want it
Damn, shorty, you hotter than the street light, you wanna get did right
C'mon and get on me, I wanna know what's making you want it
Written by: Plies, Sean Garrett, T. Sewell
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