Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Megan Thee Stallion
Vocals
Kehlani
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Andrew Wansel
Songwriter
Jacob Dutton
Songwriter
Kehlani Ashley Parrish
Songwriter
Megan Pete
Songwriter
Sam Wishkoski
Songwriter
Nija Charles
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jake One
Producer
"Pop" Wansel
Producer
Sam Wish
Producer
Eddie "eMIX" Hernandez
Recording Engineer
Nija Charles
Vocal Producer
Lyrics
Ayy
Posted, toasted, hangin' at the back
Made money all year, make a toast with the 'yac
Window to the wall, throw it back, throw it back
And if I leave wit' him, he gon' eat it for a fact
I've seen a lot of-, but I'ma let it slide
I got it in my system, now I'm really tryna ride
I don't know if it's us Aquarius that just like to have fun and ain't scared to- (ah)
I get nasty
When the moon come out and the juice kick in
Liquor in my system, system
No need to ask me
When the party end 'cause I'm on my way
To give you what you're missin', missin'
It's 2:30 on the dot and still crackin' at the spot
Oh yeah-yeah, yeah
We ain't tryna make it home and I don't wanna be alone
No way, yeah, tonight
So hit my phone, woah-oh
Sippin' '42 and you know I'm bent
Too far gone, oh-oh
Liquor got me sendin' that risky text
Ayy, ayy
I'm feelin' kinda tipsy, come and get me (yeah)
You can hit it in the party if you're feelin' risky (hey, hey, hey, yeah)
I got all these - mad 'cause they where you wanna be
On the dance floor, rubbin' all on my body (yeah)
Now tell 'em (tell 'em) back-back, give you fifty feet
Before you look at him, you know I'm the one you see (yeah)
He told me I get crazy when I get up on that 'yac
Nah, I just never play with b- like that
I be drinkin' out the bottle and I need a mouthful
And I know I'm from the south, but you need your goggles (yeah, ha)
Party like a vato, shots of the blanco
Guaranteed to knock a - up out his zapatos
I'm tryna make it home, but you lookin' so good
I'd pull it out your pants, right now if I could (yeah)
But you know everything I do gon' make it to the net (ah)
So I guess I can wait until I get you to the bed, ah
So hit my phone, woah-oh
Sippin' '42 and you know I'm bent
Too far gone, oh-oh
Liquor got me sendin' that risky text
It's 2:30 on the dot and still crackin' at the spot
Oh yeah-yeah, yeah
We ain't tryna make it home and I don't wanna be alone
No way, yeah, tonight
Writer(s): Andrew Wansel, Jacob Dutton, Kehlani Ashley Parrish, Nija Aisha Alayja Charles, Samuel Benjamin Wishkoski, Megan J. Pete
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