Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sevyn Streeter
Vocals
Chris Brown
Vocals
A$AP Ferg
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sevyn Streeter
Lyrics
Chris Brown
Lyrics
Charles Stephens III
Songwriter
Mayila Jones
Lyrics
Tristian Rice
Lyrics
Jamall Anthony Smith
Lyrics
Bradley Thomas Jr
Lyrics
Jamal Gaines
Lyrics
Ellery McKinney
Lyrics
Life Ellington Harris
Lyrics
Andre Merritt
Lyrics
Fred Wesley
Lyrics
Herb Middleton
Lyrics
Randall Garth Ryan
Lyrics
James Stephen Brown
Lyrics
John Starks
Lyrics
Terri E. Robinson
Lyrics
Sean Combs
Lyrics
Darold D. Brown Ferguson, Jr.
Lyrics
Joseph Howell
Lyrics
M. South
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jenso "JP" Plymouth
Engineer
Leslie Brathwaite
Mixing Engineer
Patrizio Pigliapoco
Mixing Engineer
Chizzy Stephens
Producer
Lyrics
I know we in love
But not with each other, no, and we don't mind
'Cause you're still mine (ooh, babe)
If we keep it up (up)
Then maybe these two wrongs might make it right
Don't tell nobody
We ain't lookin' to hurt 'em (hurt 'em)
So good, that we're doin' 'em dirty (dirty)
I won't say, "No"
I can't say, "No", oh-oh
His calls, I've been ignorin' (ignorin')
We up all night until the mornin'
I can't say, "No", oh-woah
You gon' get me
Caught up, love drunk, fucked up
Over you
But we don't feel guilty
The more that we keep sneakin', creepin', leavin'
Hotel rooms
Might just leave 'em alone
Yeah, yeah, yeah
With my girl and my phone face down
Hope you don't call when she's around
I know that you fiendin' now
All we know is touch and go
And now she lookin' at me different
I be leavin' and tellin' her that it's business
We mix bad with good intentions
All we know is no control
We ain't lookin' to hurt 'em
So good, that we're doin' 'em dirty
I won't say, "No"
I can't say, "No," ooh-woah
Her calls, I've been ignorin' (oh)
We up all night until the mornin' (yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)
I can't say, "No", ooh-woah
You gon' get me
Caught up (caught up), love drunk (oh-woah), fucked up
Over you
But we don't feel guilty
The more that we keep sneakin' (oh-woah) creepin', leavin'
Leavin' hotel rooms (yeah)
Might just (might just), leave 'em alone (what? Yeah, woo, ooh)
You gon' get me (uh)
Can't leave you alone
Fiendin' and seekin' your moans (yeah)
We be in the zone, he leavin', I creep in your home (right)
I'll get you jiggy up, I'll get you Alyx and that chrome (yeah)
That nigga finna go crazy, just answer your phone (right)
And yeah, I seen you with your man on Rodeo Drive (yeah)
SMH, thinking 'bout how I was in those thighs (thighs)
Know you wish you was with me, you see me in the ride (yeah)
You also see my bitch, she sittin' in passenger side (yeah)
Let's just speak the real
I'm puttin' all passion aside (woo, come on)
You know we started off as friends, we just happened to vibe (yeah)
Now you're my guilty pleasure, fill me with letters of lies (alright)
I think I met my match 'cause you as savage as I
Oh-oh, you gon' get me
Caught up, love drunk, fucked up
Over you
But we don't feel guilty
The more that we keep sneakin'
Creepin', leavin' (I might have to chose you)
Hotel rooms
Might just (might just) leave 'em (leave 'em) alone
Leave 'em alone
Can't you see?
What you do to me, baby?
Can't you see?
What you do to me, baby?
Writer(s): Sean J. Combs, James Brown, Herb Middleton, Terri E. Robinson, John H. Starks, Fred A. Jr. Wesley, Amber Denise Streeter, Joseph P. Howell, Mark South, Randall G. Ryan
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