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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
courtship.
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Eli Rueben Hirsch
Songwriter
Micah Ross Gordon
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
courtship.
Engineer
Jeremie Inhaber
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Robin Florent
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Scott Desmarais
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Al Isler
Mastering Engineer
Daniel Rowland
Mastering Engineer
Manny Marroquin
Mixing Engineer
Chris Galland
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
(Na, na-na, na-na, na-na)
(Na, na-na, na-na, na-na)
Wake up in the morning
Feeling so important
Another foofy latte
Drink it on my yacht-e
Tell me, girl, what you want? What you want?
The whole damn world or a spot on the sun?
No, I can't give you love, give you love
But a pretty little Porsche is enough
(Na, na-na, na-na, na-na)
Living bad and boujee, million dollar smoothies
(Na, na-na, na-na, na-na)
When my money blows up, hope it fill the hole up
(Drink-drink-drink it up, drink it up)
(Drink-drink-drink it up, drink it up)
(Na, na-na, na-na, na-na)
When my money blows up, hope it fill the hole up
Take it up another level
Buy some precious metals
You know, I'm gonna make my skin glow
Thanks to Gwyneth Paltrow
Tell me, girl, what you want? What you want?
The whole damn world or a spot on the sun?
No, I can't give you love, give you love
But a pretty little Porsche is enough
(Na, na-na, na-na, na-na)
Living bad and boujee, million dollar smoothies
(Na, na-na, na-na, na-na)
When my money blows up, hope it fill the hole up
(Drink-drink-drink it up, drink it up)
(Drink-drink-drink it up, drink it up)
(Na, na-na, na-na, na-na)
When my money blows up, hope it fill the hole up
Tell me, girl, what you want? What you want?
The whole damn world or a spot on the sun?
(Na, na-na, na-na, na-na)
Tell me, girl, what you want? What you want?
The whole damn world or a spot on the sun?
No, I can't give you love, give you love
But a pretty little Porsche is enough
(Na, na-na, na-na, na)
Living bad and boujee, million dollar smoothies
(Na, na-na, na-na, na-na)
When my money blows up, hope it fill the hole up
(Drink-drink-drink it up, drink it up)
(Drink-drink-drink it up, drink it up)
(Na, na-na, na-na, na-na)
When my money blows up, hope it fill the hole up
Writer(s): Micah Ross Gordon, Eli Reuben Hirsch
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