Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chris Brown
Vocals
Young Thug
Vocals
Patrick Hayes
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chris Brown
Songwriter
Jeffery Williams
Songwriter
Patrizio Pigliapoco
Songwriter
Golden Styles
Songwriter
Patrick Hayes
Songwriter
Sean McMillion
Songwriter
Ralph Jeanty
Songwriter
Sheldon Body Jr.
Songwriter
Jamal Gaines
Songwriter
Terrence Williams
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Guitar Boy
Co-Producer
A ‘Bainz’ Bains
Mixing Engineer
Patrizio Pigliapoco
Mixing Engineer
Mike Tucci
Mastering Engineer
Patrick Hayes
Producer
Golden Styles
Producer
Romano
Producer
Lyrics
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Feelin' like I was God
How did I get from too much to not a lot?
Who would've thought that you would give me a loss?
You take and you take, don't think about the cost (Hol' up)
You just snatch and grab things I can't get back
(That's what you did, but now)
I'm just trying to rack all that you subtract
Left me with the aftermath
I just wanna get back what you've stolen
Need it so I can be whole again
I need all of the pieces you're holdin'
Pieces of my heart that you've stolen
You took my sanity, I got no peace of mind
Overdrawn on my memory, bank can't buy back my time
But you tryna cap though, talkin' 'bout you layin' low
When you switch on niggas like you change clothes
But you want it that way, so what can I say? Yeah
You just snatch and grab things I can't get back
(Girl, that's what you do to me)
I'm just trying to rack (Ooh) all that you subtract
Left me with the aftermath
I just wanna get back what you've stolen
Need it so I can be whole again
I need all of the pieces you're holdin' (Oh, baby)
Pieces of my heart that you've stolen (Stole)
Just wanna get back what you've stolen (Oh)
Pieces of my heart that you've stolen (Stole)
Oh, I just wanna get back
Just wanna get back what you stole (Stole)
(Just wanna get back, just wanna get back)
Baby, I just
I just wanna get back everything
I got it, now we'll cop it (Ayy)
We was servin' thrax
I kept the shotty and the rocket (Bah, bah)
Fourth quarter, let's sack it
Let you claim the winning bucket
And I kill it when I'm fuckin' it (Woo)
You took my sanity
Then you threw it for grabs (You threw it for grabs)
Keep this shit real with me
I'll do the same back (Keep this shit one hundred, oh)
I started lovin' you
Not the first but the second time (Second time I saw you)
We ride the four-seater or the coupe with the hatchback, yeah
I just wanna get back what you've stolen
Need it so I can be whole again
I need all of the pieces you're holdin'
Pieces of my heart that you've stolen
Just wanna get back what you've stolen
Pieces of my heart that you've stolen
Oh, I just wanna get back
Just wanna get back what you stole
With all that petty shit, petty bitch
Stealin' change out the baby carseat
Her shoes five G, the purse 30
Gotta take a Uber, got the boot on the lease
She a new Mona Lis', but her face change
I stayed dangerous, she see the beauty in the beast
Put her hand in your jeans, hear that bang-bang
Why you tryna steal my piece with my hand on my heat?
Bitches gang-gang
Now she comin' for my neck, tryin' to give me head, brain, brain
Shawty better flock a bitch, tryin' to steal my shit, mayday
She eyin' that watch on my wrist, little itty bitch, no tick-tock
Come sign this NDA, baby, huh (No, for real, ooh)
I just wanna get back what you've stolen
Need it so I can be whole again
I need all of the pieces you're holdin'
Pieces of my heart that you've stolen
Just wanna get back what you've stolen
Pieces of my heart that you've stolen
Oh, I just wanna get back
Just wanna get back what you stole
(Just wanna get back, yeah, yeah)
Writer(s): Jeffery Lamar Williams, Jamal Gaines, Terrence Williams, Patrizio Pigliapoco, Golden Styles, Sean Mcmillion, Patrick Hayes, Ralph Jeanty, Christopher Maurice Brown, Sheldon Jr Body
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