Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Game
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
J. Taylor
Composer
Lloyd Polite
Composer
L. Edwards
Composer
S Jean
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Christopher Brown
Producer
Larrance Dopson
Producer
Lamar Edwards
Producer
Big Bass Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer
Samuel Kalandjian
Engineer
Steve Daniel Baughman
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
You ain't gotta say bye bye
Baby, this is hello
Put your hands in the sky
'Cause that's where we gon' go, yeah
You know I like you, so I've gotta put a ring on that
You the one that I wan' put everything on that
Let's go
Baby, this is hello, yeah
[Verse 2]
Whoa, yeah
Come on, let's ride
[Verse 3]
She used to wake up to The View
Now she wake up with a view
Used to wake up to a kiss
Now she wake up to a shoe
Used to dream about millions
Now she workin' with a few
Used to know one Porsche, now she know two
Chanel handbags stuck to her like glue
Minks and chinchillas, whole closet like a zoo
Agent Provocateur, Louis and lots of Dior
All her friends wearin' Gucci so she don't rock it no more
Every time we in Jimmy Choo, they gotta lock up the store
Walk out with boxes galore, next week she cop her some more
Alexander McQueen 'cause she my queen
Spent a Aston Martin on the ring
[Verse 4]
So you ain't gotta say bye bye
Baby, this is hello
Put your hands in the sky
'Cause that's where we gon' go, yeah
You know I like you, so I've gotta put a ring on that
You the one that I wan' put everything on that
Let's go
Baby, this is hello, yeah
[Verse 5]
Whoa, whoa
Come on, girl, let's ride
[Verse 6]
Soon as them butterfly doors go up on that Ferrari
She step outside the car and then stumble into BVLGARI
Fall in that YSL, try it on, you fly as hell
She don't really like it, but I'm buyin' it, might as well
Have her own reality show, no drama
Grab your girls, we shootin' Real Housewives in the Bahamas
2-piece Hermes, Bottega Veneta flags
I heard Diddy out here, so you know where the party at
We on, and I ain't even gotta ask twice
'Cause when we hit the room she up and down like the gas price
Damn, got chills thinkin' of last night
I swear you was a goddess in your past life
[Verse 7]
So you ain't gotta say bye bye
Baby, this is hello
Put your hands in the sky
'Cause that's where we gon' go, yeah
You know I like you, so I've gotta put a ring on that
You the one that I wan' put everything on that
Let's go
Baby, this is hello, yeah
[Verse 8]
Whoa, whoa
Yeah
Come on, girl, let's ride
[Verse 9]
Girl, I know you wanna get away
This hotel room, that's where it goes down
And I know we never get away
Just give me a couple minutes and I'm in it, boom, pow
We all over the table
Ain't no problem with you sweatin' on me
And I ain't pullin' out, I'm tryna have fun
I know you're tryna have fun
[Verse 10]
You ain't gotta say bye bye
Baby, this is hello
And you ain't gotta front for your friends
You know I had you at hello, yeah
Them Lou' Vuittons that I got you on your birthday
That was hello, yeah
And all them bottles that we popped on the first date
That was hello, yeah
Written by: Christopher "Brody" Brown, J. Taylor, L. Edwards, Lloyd Polite, S Jean, Samuell Batista