I Like Dat (feat. BIA & Kehlani)

Yeah
Boop-boop
(She said she want the T-mix)
Boop-boop
Yeah (BIA, BIA)
Uh, uh (Oomp Camp Productions, fire!)
(BIA, BIA)

Uh, livin' vida loca, puentes in mi boca
I just spent a hundred fifty thousand on a choker
Seen his new girl and I had to keep it poker
I know she don't got a bag and that is very mediocre

I'm like, if you knew better, you would do better
I like Prada for the shoes, just so I can move better
Only time I do the Loubs is to match the coupe leather
If you find me in the mood, we could catch some new weather

I'm in Italian seats, marble floors
I got mine, but I like that I been spending yours, oop
That's my door, I'm no rookie
Call me old school, I like you droppin' checks on that pussy

(Boop-boop, ooh)
She don't want the drink, she want the rent paid (ooh)
She don't pay for nothing, she just get paid (ah)
I like dat, she don't even need me to try (ooh)
She pull up in the 'Rari with the roof up (ooh)
I'm just buying drank, she doin' too much
I like dat, she don't even need me to buy her nothin'

(Drank) she got money in the (bank)
What you think 'bout that?
She know she fly, she stuntin' (ooh)
She gon' buss it (ooh)
What you think 'bout that?

She, she always talkin' 'bout the money ('bout the money)
Anytime I say, she gon' buss it open for me (for me)
She know I get paid, but she don't need nothing from me (from me)
She'll fly your bitch to the city just for some cutty (cutty)
Make her say that she love me

You gon' always see her pull up in that new, new
Then she walk right in
Wanna to talk 'bout it? Let's talk 'bout it, then
You hatin' bitches could never
She got 50 business endeavors
If I Gucci out the shoes, she just might Fendi the sweater, uh-huh
Ooh, she like that Cullinan but that Bentley is better
You really need to get it together, uh

'Cause she don't want drinks
She got plenty of that back at the crib
And more funds, throw ones, give it back to the building, uh
Spend 80 racks on the grill, then make it stack to the ceiling
Give it back to the children

She ain't lackin', she like, I got it
Pull out a thousand dollars out her (side pocket)
Ooh, that lil' bitty drank you tried to buy (stop it)
Them bottles on me and the cork is lookin' like a skyrocket
Boop-boop
Pop it

(Ooh)
She don't want the drink, she want the rent paid (ooh)
She don't pay for nothing, she just get paid (ah)
I like dat, she don't even need me to try (ooh)
She pull up in the 'Rari with the roof up (ooh)
I'm just buying drank, she doin' too much
I like dat, she don't even need me to buy her nothin'

(Drank) she got money in the (bank)
What you think 'bout that?
She know she fly, she stuntin' (ooh)
She gon' buss it (ooh)
What you think 'bout that?

Every band I'm throwing on stage
I got in my name (all that)
And I ain't throwing 20s or 10s
I'm out here paying rent (and all that)

I-I-I could get the Dom but I'ma get the Ace
Just to run it up and see everybody face
When they bring the check, so I can sign my name
I might have to face all that

Now tell the valet bring my foreign to the front, yeah, yeah
I'm gettin' in solo, I got it solo
Let the cameras hit my diamond cuts, yeah, yeah
I got them rocks solo, I got it solo

It's real bossed up fly shit
I ain't the passenger, I'm the pilot
You can hop in, but you ain't driving
All I need is somebody to ride with

'Cause I'm a go-getter (I'ma go, say I'ma go)
Type of a girl that got you 'cause I want you
Not 'cause I need ya
No, I don't need ya

(Boop-boop, ooh)
She don't want the drink, she want the rent paid (ooh)
She don't pay for nothing, she just get paid (ah)
I like dat, she don't even need me to try (ooh)
She pull up in the 'Rari with the roof up (ooh)
I'm just buying drank, she doin' too much
I like dat, she don't even need me to buy her nothin'

(Drank) she got money in the (bank)
What you think 'bout that?
She know she fly, she stuntin' (ooh)
She gon' buss it (ooh)
What you think 'bout that?

Yeah, had to hit you with the T-mix, baby
Had to hit you with the T-mix, baby, yeah
BIA, BIA, why you lookin' like a, lookin', hey
Had to hit her with the T-mix, baby
Had to hit her with the T-mix
Me and Keh', Keh'
BIA, BIA, why you actin' like a, like a, oh
Had to hit her with the T-mix, baby
Had to hit her with the T-mix, baby, yeah
BIA, BIA, why you-



Credits
Writer(s): Jarvis Griffin, Shonte Renee Mapp, Najm Faheem, Isaac Hayes, Earl Steven, Miguel Willis, Reginald Jones, Richard Sims, Korey Roberson, Montay Humprey, Alphonzo Jerome Bailey, Jasiel Almon T. Robinson, Darryl Richardson, Faheem Najm, Sean Paul Joseph, Jonathan H. Smith, Kehlani Ashley Parrish, Hal David, Burt Bacharach, Floyd Bentley
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