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Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
B. Smyth
Künstler:in
Rick Ross
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Brandon Smith
Komponist:in
Wesley Dees
Komponist:in
Edward Griffin
Texte
Keith Thomas
Komponist:in
William Roberts
Komponist:in
William DeVaughn
Komponist:in
Mark Pitts
Komponist:in
Aaron Lamont
Komponist:in
LeShawn Rogers
Texte
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
DJ Wes
Produzent:in
LDB
Produzent:in
Bryan Anzel
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Miles Walker
Mischtechniker:in
Ryan Jumper
Ingenieurassistent:in
Lyrics
Oh, yeah
Oh
Diamond in the back
Sun roof top
Diggin' the scene with a gangsta lean
Yeah rooftop, seen a couple friends at the bar baby
Oh, and on my mind all I'm thinking 'bout is who I'm taking home with me
Oh, yeah (Diamond in the back)
Shoulder rubs, I'm going through the motions (Diamond in the back)
And I guess we can call it the pre-game, oh
But now we on the cloud (Cloud)
Got you grippin' on my Jack (Diamond in the back)
Jack on the rocks
And we ain't even get back to the car
Oh, well she just wanna show love
Give a fuck about the finer things
Oh, yeah
She just wanna do drugs, roll somethin' and get high with me
Oh, she just wanna show love
She can't wait for us to leave the scene
I'm leavin' gold wrappers on the nightstand
She my one night fan (Ooh)
I'm leavin' gold wrappers on the nightstand (Ooh)
(I've got it baby, yo)
You get the foreign cars and new Chanel bags
She avoid the Black Fridays and all the sale tags
Say she found out that I was funny through my Snaps
Realise I was a hustler, now she love my raps
The film only focused for the time bein'
Mansions and motels and cities still I'm dyin' to see
Saw your best friend, she offered me her phone number
Iced out, gave her ass the cold shoulder
I represent you as you represent me
It all come to light how we move in the streets
Rubbin' on your neck and kissin' on your knees
Gold wrappers rollin' up, we twistin' trees
But now we on the cloud (This next level shit, eh)
Grippin' on my Jack (You're so bossy)
Jack on the rocks
And we ain't even get back to the car (Ooh)
She just wanna show love
Give a fuck about the finer things
Oh, yeah
She just wanna do drugs, roll somethin' and get high with me
Oh, she just wanna show love
She can't wait for us to leave the scene
I'm leavin' gold wrappers on the nightstand
She my one night fan (Ooh)
(Ooh) I'm leavin' gold wrappers on the nightstand
(Ooh-ooh)
Body to body, the mind is numb
Round after round, I need more than one
Promise no illusions, no fantasies
Panties fall down like some autumn leaves
Body to body, the time has come
Goin' all night until the mornin' sun
Ruby Rue red lipstick on me
Call up the 'Uber cause it's time to leave
(Diamond in the back)
Ooh, I think she just wanna show love
Give a fuck about the finer things
Oh, yeah
She just wanna do drugs, roll somethin' and get high with me
Oh, she just wanna show love
She can't wait for us to leave the scene
I'm leavin' gold wrappers on the nightstand
She my one night fan (Ooh)
(Ooh) I'm leavin' gold wrappers on the nightstand
(Ooh-ooh)
(Diamond in the back)
Written by: Aaron Lamont, Brandon Smith, Edward Griffin, Keith Thomas, LeShawn Rogers, Mark Pitts, Wesley Dees, William DeVaughn, William Roberts