Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Drake
Lead Vocals
Nicki Minaj
Vocals
DJ Boof
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Noel Cadastre
Songwriter
Aubrey Drake Graham
Songwriter
John Alexander Hyszko
Songwriter
Onika Maraj
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Noel Cadastre
Recording Engineer
Quaz
Assistant Recording Engineer
Robbie Meza
Assistant Recording Engineer
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
David "D.C." Castro
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Greg Moffet
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Harley Arsenault
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Noah Shebib
Recording Engineer
Noel Campbell
Mixing Engineer
Ronald Moonoo
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Intro]
Yeah
Woo!
[Chorus]
I'm just in the cut sittin' sideways
Way that you lookin' all the time
Time gets to tickin', and it takes a toll
Told you I couldn't really draw the line
Line ringin', sayin' that you told him things
Things that you coulda kept inside
Sidetrackin' me when I was good to you
You were somebody I would stand behind
[Verse 1]
I know you like to drink till the sun up
Grind till you come up
Work all winter
Shine all summer
Ride for your brother
You'd die for your mother
Keep that shit a hunna
I know you wanna
Vacay to a place where you could
Take pictures, post on Insta
Your friends say they miss ya
But they don't really miss ya
[Verse 2]
Rule Number One to be a boss ass bitch (Uh-huh)
Never let a clown **** try to play you (Okay)
If he play you, then Rule Number Two (Okay)
Is fuck his best friends, then make 'em yes men (Okay)
And– (Wow, that's how you feel?)
[Verse 3]
I'm just in the cut sittin' sideways
Way that you lookin' all the time
Timing, it left you with a broken heart
Hardly excuses how you played with mine
Mindin' my business, and next thing you show up
Up to no good, I shoulda seen the signs
Signin' me up to do your dirty work
Workin' to try and get you off my mind
[Verse 4]
I know you like to drink till the sun up
Grind till you come up
Work all winter
Shine all summer
Ride for your brother
You'd die for your mother
Keep that shit a hunna
I know you wanna
Vacay to a place where you could
Take pictures, post on Insta
Your friends say they miss ya
But they don't really miss ya
[Outro]
What the fuck? This ain't Chanel, ****?
Custom down?
What the fuck? I ain't smokin' hot?
Bust me down?
You the same clown **** that was runnin' me down
Now you all up in my, 'cause you wanna be down (Okay)
And– (Wow, that's how you feel?)
Written by: Aubrey Drake Graham, John Alexander Hyszko, Noel Cadastre, Onika Maraj