作词 : Jacques Webster/Scott Mescudi/Pharrell Williams

作曲 : Jacques Webster/Scott Mescudi/Pharrell Williams

I get it, I get it, I get it, love

They love me, they love me, love me long time

I get it, I get it, I get it, love

They love me, they love me, love me long time

I get it, I get it, I get it, love

They love me, they love me, love me long time (Long time, long time)

I get it, I get it, I get it, love

They love me, they love me, love me long time (Long time, long time)

Y'all feel, y'all feel like that?

Y'all feel, y'all feel like that?

They give me, they give me love, they love the Scott

They love how the disc rock, they lovin' the Jac'

No Wi-Fi, we hot spottin', connected the block

Rollin' through the club, we feelin' the love

Iller than my trees, they jockin' my steeze, please

Five hundred degrees, nigga, who hotter than me? (*******, yeah)

Y'all feel, y'all feel like that?

Y'all feel, y'all feel like that?

They love me, love me, love me, yeah, they love me long time

They love me, they love me, love to show me love (Love)

They love me, love me, love me, yeah, they love me long time

They love me, they love me, love to show me love (Love)

Y'all feel, y'all feel like that?

Y'all feel, y'all feel like that?

Come and kick back with us

This a new religion, come and have mass with us

Tell me, have you made love to a bachelor?

Turnin' bad city, used to grow up in the backwoods

Come take a ride with the real, it's the last of us

We gon' make them Vogue ******* turn racheter

First task, now look, you used to laugh at us

Pass the Actavis 'cause a nigga past passivist

Imagine my world of misogyny

Nigga, **** a, **** a monogamy

Got her head tipped over the driver's seat

Meet me, don't go tell my mama 'bout this, baby

Hold up, we gon' own the summer

Never, never stressin', no, we always hit the numbers

Cuzzo always stressin', always cuffin' different numbers

Know he tired of makin' shit, you know the streets don't make diplomas

Drunk somethin', tryna find my keys

I find myself lookin' down at the stars, the bees

The stars align, remember when it was Ramadan

Might try a line, might try some crime, might try to dime

But now it's time

Baby, now it's time, na-na-na-na-na

Na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na, I get the love and they givin' it up like

I get it, I get it, I get it, love

They love me, they love me, love me long time

I get it, I get it, I get it, love

They love me, they love me, love me long time (Time, time)

I get it, I get it, I get it, love

They love me, they love me, love me long time (Long time, long time)

I get it, I get it, I get it love

They love me, they love me, love me long time (Long time, long time)

Y'all feel, y'all feel like that?

Y'all feel, y'all feel like that?

It's on fire toni—

The night is too young and the love in the air, it hit me

Follow all the vibes, I'm in every city

Gamble with your life, thinkin' 'bout it woday

Tell ya homie chill tonight, you don't want it with him

We raise our glasses, the madness

The tiny waist, the asses, dancin' in trances

Baby say she ready and we 'bout to find out

Don't be mad that your girl done found 'bout

And we get it

Never lied, rager-fied, on a mission

And they lookin' like they know, but they didn't

Let me slip into my mode, I slip round the notes

Smokin' plenty with tequila, baby

Members of The Rage runway with it

Fashion week in Paris, front row with it

Diamonds always dancin', no bullshittin'

See a Black god on the job, yeah, I'm so winnin'