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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Latto
Latto
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alyssa Stephens
Alyssa Stephens
Songwriter
Mark Bankhead
Mark Bankhead
Songwriter
Randy Turner Jr.
Randy Turner Jr.
Songwriter
Bijan Amir
Bijan Amir
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
RTJ
RTJ
Producer
Maddox Chhim
Maddox Chhim
Mixing Engineer
Jess Jackson
Jess Jackson
Mastering Engineer
Bijan Amir
Bijan Amir
Co-Producer
Bankhead
Bankhead
Producer

Lyrics

I don't do the he say, she say
Aye, aye (He say, she say)
I love me a country-ass **** with some gold teeth (Oh)
Fuck all that talking, just show me (Yeah)
I don't even know nothin' 'bout no basketball
But on the 'Gram flexed up with the floor seats (On God)
Y'all new to this, I'm the young OG (On God)
Ain't a soul on this Earth that owe me (What?)
This that rich bitch shit, I just put my daddy in a bust down Rollie
I got a mil' in the bank (Uh-huh)
I put that on Jesus (I do)
He want me send him the nudes (What?)
But I don't do teasers
Nah, you ain't foolin' me, shawty be poppin' that pussy for features (Freaky)
It ain't a Chanel bag big enough for me to stay with a cheater (Fuck)
When you got your own, you the leader
I don't do the he say, she say (Uh-huh)
Speakin' on me, bitch, be safe (Be safe)
Big cake like it's my b-day, aye
Runnin' up a bag like relay
I ain't been to sleep in like three days
Bitch, it's my way or the freeway (Skrrt)
I ain't never met a **** can't replace
Give a damn what he think, she think
Don't let this pretty shit fool you, I really'll do you
I'm rich as fuck, but I still love me a booster
Yeah, I got the bag and went straight to the jeweler
I paid for my sister tuition and tutor
Choppa got titties like it work at Hooters
Cross a bitch out like a motherfuckin' blooper
They heard I fuck with a rapper or hooper
Believe what you want, I ain't clearin' up rumors
Too young to be this rich (Rich)
We can shoot it out or just beat a bitch (Woo, woo)
They say I'm gettin' thick, "What you eatin', sis?" (Thick)
I been on my bully like a mean bitch (Aye)
These bitches fraud, they cap a lot (Cap a lot)
Reach for this chain, I'ma slap you out
First person throw some shit at me on stage
We beatin' they ass in the parkin' lot (Woo, woo, woo)
I smell like money and Baccarat (Ooh)
Fendi space boots like a astronaut (Ooh)
I swear, if I said it, I meant it, I'm handlin' business
Ain't rappin' on shit that I'm not about
Don't ask 'bout a **** I forgot about
Boss bitches only, you is not allowed, cut it out
Self-made bitch, hell you talking 'bout?
Yeah, I got it out the mud, no handout (Bitch)
I don't do the he say, she say (Aye)
Speakin' on me, bitch, be safe (Aye)
Big cake like it's my b-day, aye (Big cake)
Runnin' up a bag like relay (Runnin' up, runnin' up)
I ain't been to sleep in like three days (Three days)
Bitch, it's my way or the freeway (Skrrt)
I ain't never met a **** can't replace (Aye)
Give a damn what he think, she think (Aye)
I don't do the he say, she say (Yeah)
Speakin' on me, bitch, be safe (Aye)
Big cake like it's my b-day, aye (Big cake)
Runnin' up a bag like relay (Runnin' up, runnin' up)
I ain't been to sleep in like three days (Three days)
Bitch, it's my way or the freeway (Skrrt)
I ain't never met a **** can't replace (Aye)
Give a damn what he think, she think (Aye, aye)
He say, she say
He say, she say
Written by: Alyssa Stephens, Bijan Amir, Mark Bankhead, Randy Turner Jr.
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