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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jhené Aiko
Vocals
Saweetie
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Aleicia Gibson
Songwriter
Donny Flores
Songwriter
Federico Vindver
Songwriter
Gino Borri
Songwriter
Jose Velazquez
Songwriter
matthew crabtree
Songwriter
Michael Suski
Songwriter
Simon Plummer
Songwriter
Diamonté Quiava Valentin Harper
Songwriter
Jhene Aiko Chilombo
Songwriter
Sara Elizabeth Mitchell
Songwriter
Timothy Mosley
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Federico Vindver
Producer
DJ Riggins
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Jacob Richards
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Mike Seaberg
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Angel López
Producer
Drtwrk
Producer
Timbaland
Producer
Gregg Rominiecki
Vocal Recording Engineer
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
MTK
Producer
Lyrics
Pull up in my hood best dressed
Next thing, upgrade, who's next?
Rich boy, got him on deck
Good boy, tell that nigga, "Fetch"
I put my new man on a leash
Traded in my old nigga, he was just a lease
I ride around town 'til I leave
I gave the boy around, spit him back to the streets
Like, la-da-dee-da-dee-da
Yeah, I spit him back to the streets
Like, la-da-dee-da-dee-da
Back to the streets
So clean when I pull up to the scene
Big goals, and I put that on me
What's you thinkin'? What's good?
Fuck how you feel and I wish a nigga would
Had to hit the Heisman on ya homies
Steppin' in here, bad bitches only
My ex used to act like he owned me
Ain't enough just to treat me like a trophy
I had that, past that, knew I had to trash that
Bounced on his ass, turn that boy into a flashback
I'm a five-star bitch with a price tag
Gotta find me somebody that could match that
Last one got on my last nerve
Made me go change my passwords
I hit the curve with that swerve
You know I get the last word
Pull up in my hood best dressed
Next thing, upgrade, who's next?
Rich boy, got him on deck
Good boy, tell that nigga, "Fetch"
I put my new man on a leash
Traded in my old nigga, he was just a lease
I ride around town 'til I leave
I gave the boy around, spit him back to the streets
Like, la-da-dee-da-dee-da
Yeah, I spit him back to the streets
Like, la-da-dee-da-dee-da (yeah)
Back to the streets
Back to the streets, sent you back to yo' old hood
On hood, baby, this is for your own good
I'm a player ass bitch and you knew it
Had a good time, now I'm ready for some new dick, haha
Passed it to Saweetie, now you hit it, through with it
There it ain't really nothin' else to do with it
Yeah, you know I leveled up
I can't be stuck, I wish you luck though
Consider yourself blessed
You got to fuck with the baddest
You know that I can't be kept, no, I gotta dip out
Pull up in my hood best dressed
Next thing, upgrade, who's next?
Rich boy, got him on deck
Good boy, tell that nigga, "Fetch" (yeah)
I put my new man on a leash (on a leash)
Traded in my old nigga, he was just a lease (ooh-ooh)
I ride around town 'til I leave (oh)
I gave the boy around, spit him back to the streets
Like, la-da-dee-da-dee-da
Yeah, I spit him back to the streets
Like, la-da-dee-da-dee-da
Back to the streets
La-da-dee-da-dee-da
Back to the streets
Back, back to the streets
La-da-dee-da-dee-da
Yeah, back to the streets
Put my new man on a leash
He was just a lease
Ride around town 'til I leave
Writer(s): Sarah Mitchell, Michael Suski, Luis Federico Vindver Arosa, Simon David Plummer, Gino Borri, Diamonte Harper, Aleicia Nicole Gibson, Matthew Alan Crabtree, Donny Flores, Jose Angel Velazquez, Jhene Aiko Chilombo, Timothy Z. Mosley
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