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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Melii
Melii
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Floriano Compagnoni
Floriano Compagnoni
Composer
Audrey Ducassee
Audrey Ducassee
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
O12
O12
Producer
Jacob Richards
Jacob Richards
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
Mike Seaberg
Mike Seaberg
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Rashawn McLean
Rashawn McLean
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Chris Gehringer
Chris Gehringer
Mastering Engineer
Patrik Ehrenbald-Plummer
Patrik Ehrenbald-Plummer
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
You see why I don't give **** my attention
Why am I even callin’ this
Now he gon' think that he got it
'Cause I'm over here ringin' his line
What time is it? Oh shit, it's like 5 in the morning
[Verse 2]
I'm tryna hold on, but I can't get a hold of you
What is it you're waiting for?
For me to say, that we are through
[Verse 3]
So are you and me over? It's nothing
Feelin' me or frontin', yeah
When I waited on the text (It never come)
And when I waited on the ring (It never rung)
I hope that you don't think
You played me, like I'm dumb
'Cause I just boss up, ****, boss up
Esta niña e' talentosa
Get your coins up
Y esta niña e' inteligente, tan hermosa
Ain't no **** can approach her
Come here closer, let me hold ya
[Verse 4]
Let me tell you 'bout, the baddest bitches that I know
Never do no crying over hoes, we get the dough
Countin' paper, countin' paper, watch it overflow
Throw it like a stripper
Let it flow on through the floor, then pick it up
It's a stick-up, stick-up
Look at that fatty, getting thicker, bigger
[Verse 5]
Baby girl can't get like me
Put the pussy in the face, drippin' on the white tee
See, I see, past IG and them posts, on my feed
And you know, I can read
Between the lines and know that
You'll be back with time, yeah
[Verse 6]
Let me tell you 'bout, the baddest bitches that I know
Never do no crying over hoes, we get the dough
Countin' paper, countin' paper, watch it overflow
Throw it like a stripper
Let it flow on through the floor, then pick it up
It's a stick-up, stick-up
Look at that fatty, getting thicker, bigger
I hope that you don't think
You played me, like I'm dumb
'Cause I just boss up, ****, boss up
Written by: Floriano Compagnoni, Audrey Ducassee
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