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Credits
AUSFĆHRENDE KĆNSTLER:INNEN
Tyler, The Creator
Stimme und Gesang
Pharrell Williams
Programmierung
Reign Judge
Begleitgesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Pharrell Williams
Songwriter:in
Tyler Okonma
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Tyler, The Creator
Co-Produzent:in
Nigo
Produzent:in
Pharrell Williams
Produzent:in
Manny Marroquin
Mischtechniker:in
Zach Pereyra
Mischtechnikerassistent:in
Anthony J Vilchis
Mischtechnikerassistent:in
Trey Station
Mischtechnikerassistent:in
Mike Larson
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Vic Wainstein
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Michelle Mancini
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Neal Pogue
Mischtechniker:in
Songteksten
[Intro]
I'm downstairs
Fuck you mean?
Girl
[Verse 1]
I told your ass, be ready, yeah
You always got excuses and you know I be on top of things
Punctual my proper name, on the dot is not your aim
Although we in love, we are not the same, uh
I hit you on that celly, yeah
You said you needed five, that was more than twelve ago
Claim you got your hands tied, time stuck like Velcro
Georgia peach on east side like it's ATL, hoe
[Verse 2]
You lackin', you trippin', you slackin'
Impatient, be waitin', confused, like, "What happened?"
You get an attitude 'cause I'm getting mad
'Cause you wanna take twenty minutes and a half
On top of that, I gotta get gas
Ah, the freeway picked up traffic
What the fuck is you doin'?
We gotta dip, dip, dip, dip, dip
Cartier-yay-yay-yay
Watch go tick, tick, tick, tick, tick
Waiting for that last minute for your goddamn hair
Now stop playin' games, girl
And bring yo' ass downstairs
[Chorus]
Come on, girl, let's go
Come on, girl, let's go
Girl, you know that time that you wastin'
That time that you wastin'
That time that you wastin's on my dime
Come on, girl, let's go
Come on, girl, let's go
Girl, you know that time that you wastin'
That time that you wastin'
That time that you wastin's on my dime
[Bridge]
Took me twenty to get ready, yeah
Shower, moisturizer, and the fit I had on yesterday
Uniform necessities, multiples of e'rything
Now your neighbor wanna come and speak to me like
Hey, how you doin'?
I'm good
I ain't too bad
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
Hit 'em with a few fake laughs
She talkin' my ear off, and sympathy I lack
I care about one thing
Where the fuck you at?
[Verse 3]
Anyway, I gotta pay a little more
If we late to the jet, gotta jet 'cause the boat leave at 8
And we got supper on the upper deck and the orchestra gon' play that shit I scored
For L.V. Abloh projects
You ain't scared to change 'cause this ain't coming out your pockets
My Freudian slip, I'm rude, lil bit
Don't be actin' so appalled, all y'all girls love this shit
Put so much into tonight and you just don't care
Now stop playin' games, girl, and bring your ass downstairs
[Chorus]
Come on, girl, let's go
Come on, girl, let's go
Come on, girl, let's go
I'm comin',Ā I'm comin',Ā I'm comin'
Girl, you know that time that you wastin'
That time that you wastin'
That time that you wastin's on my dime
[Outro]
To-tonight, just don't care
Playin' games, girl, and bring your ass downstairs
Where the fuck you at?
Written by: Pharrell Williams, Tyler Okonma