Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Saweetie
Saweetie
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Amala Zandile Dlamini
Amala Zandile Dlamini
Songwriter
Asia Smith
Asia Smith
Songwriter
Diamonté Harper
Diamonté Harper
Songwriter
Lukasz Gottwald
Lukasz Gottwald
Songwriter
Rocco Valdes
Rocco Valdes
Songwriter
Theron Thomas
Theron Thomas
Songwriter
Randall Avery Hammers
Randall Avery Hammers
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Seth Ringo
Seth Ringo
Assistant Engineer
Tyler Sheppard
Tyler Sheppard
Assistant Engineer
Kalani Thompson
Kalani Thompson
Vocal Producer
Dale Becker
Dale Becker
Mastering Engineer
Clint Gibbs
Clint Gibbs
Mixing Engineer
Dr. Luke for Prescription Songs
Dr. Luke for Prescription Songs
Producer
Rocco Did It Again!
Rocco Did It Again!
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
That's my best friend, she a real bad bitch
Got her own money, she don't need no nig'
On the dance floor, she had two, three drinks
Now she twerkin', she throw it out and come back in
That's my best friend, she a real bad bitch
Drive her own car, she don't need no Lyft
In the strip club, know my girl gon' tip
Now she twerkin', she throw it out and come back in
[Verse 2]
We get the bag up, then we act up
Oh, you wanna run with us? Get your laps up
That's my back up, come and catch up
She my stand up and she said what she said
You know money come and go, but she with me for the road
We make so many moves, bitches gettin' vertigo
If you know, then we know we run the show, no cameo
Challenge everyone, you can say we CEOs
Yeah, my sis got glow (Uh-huh), my sis so fine
She be quicker online than the FBI (Okay)
Hit your girl like she doin' all my braids in line (Mm-hmm)
Yeah, they see us, now they plagiarize (Ew)
All my girls, there's a gang of us
Two girls, one mission, lookin' dangerous
No, they ain't got the range, 'cause the range is us (Uh-huh)
No, we ain't choose this life, it was made for us
[Verse 3]
Yeah, that's my best friend, she a real bad bitch
Drive her own car, she don't need no Lyft
In the strip club, know my girl gon' tip
Now she twerkin', she throw it out and come back in
[Verse 4]
Hah, toot-toot, yeah, we lookin' enigmatic
Green with the envy 'cause we're out here stopping traffic
Don't be mad, stop bein' so dramatic
We really can't help it if the fame is automatic
Pinky promise, gonna ride till we die
Don't be mad if we choosin' fries over guys
Our melanin place ten out of ten
And the way we buss-a-buss, it's like we started the trend
B-E-S-T to the E-N-D
Be my galentine, pop the pink pussy
Girls, girls, girls, we don't need to meet the quota
But since you been countin', well, the numbers are overflowin', uh
(Woah) Kitty cat finna try to take a break
(Woah) Hit it back like you tryna break your neck
(Woah) Keep it sweet when we floss
But we're gonna get salty if you come between us
[Verse 5]
That's my best friend, she a real bad bitch
Drive her own car, she don't need no Lyft
In the strip club, know my girl gon' tip
Now she twerkin', she throw it out and come back in, ha
[Verse 6]
Best friend, you the baddest and you know it (You know)
Uh-oh, girl, I think your booty growin' (Yah, yah)
Fuck it up in the mirror, hit them poses (Pose)
Best friend, damn, you motherfuckin' glowin' (Woah-woah)
Best friend, damn, your wrist look like it's frozen (It's frozen)
Uh-oh, girl, I think your booty growin' (Uh-oh)
Fuck it up in the mirror, hit them poses (Hit the pose)
Best friend, you my motherfuckin' soulmate
Written by: Amala Zandile Dlamini, Asia Smith, Diamonté Harper, Kaine, Lukasz Gottwald, Randall Avery Hammers, Rocco Valdes, Theron Thomas
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