Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sleeping With Sirens
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
CeeLo Green
Songwriter
Ari Levine
Songwriter
Christopher "Brody" Brown
Songwriter
Bruno Mars
Songwriter
P. Lawrence
Songwriter
Peter Gene Hernandez
Songwriter
Thomas Callaway
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Cameron Mizell
Producer
Lyrics
I see you driving downtown with the girl I love
And I'm like, "Fuck you"
I guess the change in my pocket wasn't enough
I'm like, "Ah, fuck"
I'm sorry, I can't afford a Ferrari
But I got something that'll get you there
Said she's an Xbox, and I'm more Atari
But the way you play your game ain't fair
I pity the fool that falls in love with you (ah)
She's a gold digger
She's a gold digger
Ooh, I got some news for you
Why don't you go tell your fuckin' boyfriend?
I see you driving downtown with the girl I love
And I'm like, "Fuck you" (ooh, ooh, ooh!)
I guess the change in my pocket wasn't enough
I'm like "Fuck you, and, uh, fuck her too"
Said if I was richer, I'd still be with ya
Ain't that some shit?
(Ain't that some shit?)
Although there's pain in my chest, I still wish you the best
And a, "fuck you" (ooh, ooh, ooh!)
Now I know, I had to borrow
Beg, and steal, and lie, and cheat (beg, and steal, and lie, and cheat)
Trying to keep ya
Tryin' to please ya
'Cause being with your ass ain't cheap!
I pity the fool that falls in love with you (ah)
She's a gold digger
She's a motherfuckin' gold digger
Ooh, I got some news for you
Ooh, I really hate your ass right now
I see you driving downtown with the girl I love
And I'm like, "Fuck you" (fuck you!)
(Ooh, ooh, ooh!)
I guess the change in my pocket wasn't enough
I'm like, "Fuck you, and, uh, fuck her too"
Said if I was richer, I'd still be with ya
Ain't that some shit? (Shit!)
(Ain't that some shit?)
Although there's pain in my chest, I still wish you the best
And a, "fuck you" (ooh, ooh, ooh!)
Now baby, baby, baby, why you, why you wanna hurt me so bad?
(So bad, so bad, so bad)
I tried to tell my mama but she told me, "It's one for your dad"
(Your dad, your dad, your dad)
So I told her like, "Why?"
"Why?"
"Why, oh, baby?"
I love you, I'm still thinking of you
I see you driving downtown with the girl I love
And I'm like, "Fuck you" (fuck you, bitch!)
So fuck you!
I see you driving downtown with the girl I love
And I'm like, "Fuck you" (ooh, ooh, ooh!)
I guess the change in my pocket wasn't enough
I'm like, "Fuck you, and, uh..." (c'mon, c'mon, one more time!)
I see you driving downtown with the girl I love (girl I love)
And I'm like, "Fuck you" (fuck you!)
(Ooh, ooh, ooh!)
I guess the change in my pocket wasn't enough (wasn't enough)
I'm like "Fuck you" (fuck you!)
Writer(s): Ari Levine, Peter Gene Hernandez, Christopher Steven Brown, Thomas Decarlo Callaway, Philip Martin Lawrence Ii
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