More songs by DaBaby
Description
Recording Engineer, Producer, Mixing Engineer: DJ K.i.D
Producer: Charlie Heat
Mastering Engineer: Audio By Mel
A& R: Bella Smith
A& R: Nicole Wyskoarko
Aand Radministrator: Marissa Wickliffe
Composer Lyricist: Jonathan Lyndale Kirk
Composer Lyricist: Dejuane Dunwood
Composer Lyricist: Ernest Brown
Lyrics and translation
Original
Yeah, you can play the wrong way and the Drake gon' blow.
She gon' hit the dance floor 'til she can't no more.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Play the wrong way and the Drake gon' boom, nigga.
That's my baby.
Come on. Beat her out the area.
-That's my baby. -That's my lil' shit.
Don't look her way, -that's my lil' bitch. -Huh.
-Pull up outside in a valet spot. -Skrrt.
-Hop up out the car with some baller shit. -Huh.
Know it took a long time to put that outfit on.
I'ma switch the style up at the -9:01. -That's my baby.
-Hold on. Mwah. -That's my baby.
-Boom. -That's my baby.
White tee, dope boy, whole lotta bread. It's in my Glock and you don't want none.
And I'ma prolly give that boy a pass 'cause I'm on one.
Shawty got a whole lotta ass and I want some. Ooh.
-That's my baby. -Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
-That's my baby. -Shawty just told you I was her baby.
-That's my baby.
-We been fuckin' all around the world -lately. -My baby.
Her stomach gettin' big and she pregnant now.
-That's my baby. -Why the fuck you thinkin' it is your baby?
-Stupid. -That's my baby.
-Stupid.
-That's -my baby. -Stupid.
-That's my baby. -Stupid. Woo, yeah.
Lover boy, that nigga stupid, yeah. Fuck nigga better call Cupid, bitch.
-Uh. -I ain't with the talkin', I'ma do it.
-Uh. -Baby keep the fire and I'ma use it, yeah.
-That's my baby.
-I been poppin' shit with my nephew, kick it with my daughter. She think that you a loser. I went and paid the lawyer.
I'm finna drop some music. I went and got the. 40, I pull up with the Ruger. Boom.
That's my baby.
-Boom. -That's my baby.
-Boom. -That's my baby.
-Boom. -That's my baby.
-Boom. -That's my baby.
-Boom. -That's my baby.
-Boom. -That's my baby.
-Ooh, look, woo. -That's my baby.
You can play the wrong way and the Drake gon' blow.
She gon' hit the dance floor 'til she can't no more. You can play the wrong way and the Drake gon' blow.
She gon' hit the dance floor 'til she can't, 'til she can't, 'til she. . .
That's my baby.
That's my baby. That's my baby. That's my baby. That's my baby. That's my baby.
That's my baby. That's my baby