Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Cardi B
Vocals
Andrew Watt
Guitar
benny blanco
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ali Tamposi
Songwriter
Andrew Wotman
Songwriter
Belcalis Almanzar
Songwriter
Benjamin Levin
Songwriter
Justin Tranter
Songwriter
Jorden Thorpe
Songwriter
Klenord Raphael
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Louis Bell
Additional Producer
Andrew Watt
Producer
benny blanco
Producer
Geoff Swan
Engineer
Michael Freeman
Engineer
Evan LaRay
Recording Engineer
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Mark "Spike" Stent
Mixing Engineer
David Rodriguez
Engineer
Lyrics
Look
I just wanna break up all your shit
Call your mama phone
Let her know that she raised a bitch
Then dial-tone, "Click"
And fuck your lil' fake ass friends
Coming 'round, acting like they my bros
I seen y'all little group text
Where you all like to brag about your hoes
And you can tell your little bitch
I screenshotted all her naked pics
Oh, you wanna send nudes to my man?
Wake up and see your boobs on the 'Gram (Lil' bitch)
I cannot stand you, right hand to Jesus
I might just cut all the tongues out your sneakers
Smash your TV from Best Buy
You gon' turn me into Left Eye
I don't wanna hear 'bout invasion of privacy
I had a feeling, it turns out you lied to me
I'm holding back everything that's inside of me
How you off fucking with bitches that follow me?
My heart is beating like it's bleeding out (You sleeping, you sleeping, you sleeping)
You sleeping like a baby
Everyone was right about you now (You creeping, you creeping, you creeping)
I went through your phone last night
I went through your phone last night
Saw some things I didn't like
I went through your phone last night
It's killing me, killing me, killing me, ow
All I could see
Is you and her in different scenarios
Beyonce on my stereo, Resentment on repeat
I'ma make yo' bowl of cereal with a teaspoon of bleach
Serve it to you like "Here you go, ****, bon appetit"
Look, do you give it to her raw? You love her or nah?
You risk your whole home for a ho from the bar?
You really want them hoes, you can have them bitches
You don't even cheat with no bad bitches
This shit is eating me, you sleeping peacefully
Getting more mad at you, thinking 'bout stabbing you
Don't even know that you this close to dying
You gon' wake up like "Why you got an attitude?"
My heart is beating like it's bleeding out (You sleeping, you sleeping, you sleeping)
You sleeping like a baby
Everyone was right about you now (You creeping, you creeping, you creeping)
I went through your phone last night
I went through your phone last night
Saw some things I didn't like
I went through your phone last night
It's killing me, killing me, killing me, ow
It's killing me (It's killing me, killing me, killing me, ow)
It's killing me (It's killing me, killing me, killing me, ow)
It's killing me (It's killing me, killing me, killing me, ow)
It's killing me
I went through your phone last night
I went through your phone last night
Saw some things I didn't like
I went through your phone last night
It's killing me, killing me, killing me, ow
Written by: Alexandra Tamposi, Belcalis Almanzar, Benjamin Levin, Jorden Thorpe, Justin Tranter, Raphael Klenord