Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Teyana Taylor
Vocals
Ayo + Keyz
Drums
Big Sean
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Teyana Taylor
Songwriter
Austin Owens
Songwriter
James Foye III
Songwriter
Xenia Karungu
Songwriter
Iman Shumpert
Songwriter
Marco Cuabra
Songwriter
Joshua Coleman
Songwriter
Big Sean
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ayo + Keyz
Producer
Marco Mavy
Producer
Baruch Nembhard
Engineer
Mike Snell
Recording Engineer
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
Jacob Richards
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Mike Seaberg
Assistant Mixing Engineer
DJ Riggins
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Carrington Brown
Co-Producer
David Drake
Co-Producer
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Sangria
Producer
Lyrics
Hol' Up
Say you love it (Love it, love it)
You think that you got the answers
Say you're 'bout it ('Bout it, 'bout it)
Boy, you know you're such a cancer
I knew that I (Knew that I)
Know that I wanna be next to you
'Cause you know that I been
Wonderin' about what you doin'
Wonderin' about where we goin'
Tell me, what am I missin' baby? Missin', oh
What am I missin' from this?
Tell me that you want this
Tell me that you run this, 'cause
I can't be with another nigga
Who won't return my love
Got me fucked up, I'll shoot some shit up
Pretense, I can't pretend, no
Tell me if you notice, notice that I'm out of focus
Baby boy, you know it's bogus
I just wanna know if you feel me
I just wanna know if you hear me
I just wanna know if you with this
Nigga, what you want? Is you wit' it? Yeah
I can't be with another nigga
Who won't return my love
Got me fucked up, I'll shoot some shit up (Yeah)
Pretense (Brrt), I can't pretend, no (Look)
I talk way less than I demonstrated
I need my respect reciprocated
Taylore made just like your little baby (Yeah)
If it's not a reason, then you make it
Sometimes I feel like you love to hate me
I never give you trauma someone gave me
Talk like you fuck too crazy (Woah)
I can tell it's hittin' from your faces
When you bustin', get to shakin', I know
Relationships
If it's not first, then it's in the worst place
I can tell you don't trust me
But behind trust issues is the one who gave 'em to you in the first place
Sweet tea, do you want me when you need me?
You still there for me when you leave me, trust me and believe me
You say you feel mistreated, how? Okay, show me
I only know much as you teach me 'cause
I can't be with another nigga
Who won't return my love
Got me fucked up, I'll shoot some shit up
Pretense, I can't pretend, no
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh no, no
Oh yeah (I'ma shoot the shit up)
Alright, oh
Yeah, oh
Writer(s): Teyana Meshay Taylor, Joshua Emanuel Coleman, Sean Michael Anderson, James Foye Iii, Iman Shumpert, Austin Owens, Marco Cuadra, Xenia Karungu
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