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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
K CAMP
Vocals
2 Chainz
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kristopher Campbell
Songwriter
Tauheed Epps
Songwriter
Willie Jerome Byrd
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Will A Fool
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
It ain't nothing to cut that bitch off
It ain't nothing to cut that bitch off
So what you saying ho? You know I'm the man, ho
Nothing but a bird, I'ma leave you where you stand, ho
Heard you got a man ho, hope he understand though
You ain't nothing but a creeper baby, I'm just saying though, saying though
Aye, it ain't nothing to cut that bitch off
It ain't nothing to cut that bitch off
[Verse 2]
Creeping on the low, hope your man don't see
She will bust it down for some damn Lime-A-Ritas
Chew me like some bubblegum, something like Rasheeda
Gotta get my partner some, she on me like Adidas
Baby, you can't hold back, better stop flexing like you not
Your man tryna patrol then I guess he is a cop
But he really can't cuff if he busting at my spot
But I done had enough 'cause you making my shit hot
Blowing up a **** phone, what I tell yo ass 'bout that?
Tryna hold something, hold my nuts, can you do that?
Can't be playing around with that mouth while he hit it from the back
And you can't say nothing now 'cause we all been through that, through that
[Verse 3]
It ain't nothing to cut that bitch off
It ain't nothing to cut that bitch off
So what you saying, ho? You know I'm the man, ho
So what you saying, ho? You know I'm the man, ho
[Verse 4]
You know that ain't a real bag bitch, that's a knock off
When I get that work I get to juggin' like hot sauce
Outdoor, pool lakefront
Hit her from the back, rearrange her lace front
Stuntin', tattoos on my neck and on my kidneys
If I don't like that ho, I turn her ass into a frisbee
If I dont like your disc I turn that ho into a frisbee
I throw it out on Old Nat right by the Wendy's
Three cellphones and all of 'em jumpin'
I can see your hoes and all of em' nothing
Yeah I'm a don, Don Cheadle, Don Cornelius, watch the Dom spill
Pockets fat as Don Cartagena, ****, done deal!
[Verse 5]
It ain't nothing to cut that bitch off
It ain't nothing to cut that bitch off
So what you saying, ho? You know I'm the man, ho
So what you saying, ho? You know I'm the man, ho
[Verse 6]
Baby I'm ashamed, why you acting this way?
Heard she 'bout that action, you can bring her this way
Hit her on yo mattress, make you feel some type of way
Pass her to my migos, they gonna bust it, Andale
Please don't play no games 'cause I know that's what you like
Knock it out the frame, baby girl, it's alright
Yeah that pussy bomb, I just call it dynamite
You ready? Here I come, I can do this shit all night
[Verse 7]
It ain't nothing to cut that bitch off
It ain't nothing to cut that bitch off
So what you saying, ho? You know I'm the man, ho
Nothing but a bird, I'ma leave you where you stand, ho
Heard you got a man ho, hope he understand though
You ain't nothing but a creeper baby, I'm just saying though, saying though
Aye, it ain't nothing to cut that bitch off
It ain't nothing to cut that bitch off
Written by: K. CAMPBELL, T. Epps, W. Byrd