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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ty Dolla $ign
Lead Vocals
Sevyn Streeter
Vocals
Mars
Piano
Big TC
Additional Vocals
D-Loc
Additional Vocals
Micah Powell
Additional Vocals
Tiffany Gouché
Additional Vocals
Terrace Martin
Alto Saxophone
Benjamin Wright
Orchestra
Giovanna Clayton
Cello
Nancy Stein-Ross
Cello
Peggy Baldwin
Cello
H.L. Estrada
Double Bass
Kevin Brandon
Double Bass
Mark Cargill
First Violin
Kenny Crouch
Piano
Jimbo Ross
Viola
Jorge Moraga
Viola
Kathleen Robertson
Viola
S. L. Smith
Viola
C. M. Woods
Violin
Caroline Buckman
Violin
Lesa Terry
Violin
Minyoung Chang
Violin
Neel Hammond
Violin
Nicole Garcia
Violin
Richard Adkins
Violin
Susan Chatman
Violin
Terry Glenny
Violin
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dernst Emile II
Songwriter
Devin Cruise
Songwriter
Glenda Proby
Songwriter
Brandon Hamlin
Songwriter
Cyshae Strachan
Songwriter
Devin Montgomery
Songwriter
Marlon Barrow
Songwriter
Sevyn Streeter
Songwriter
Tyrone Griffin Jr
Songwriter
Benjamin Wright
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ty Dolla $ign
Producer
B Ham
Additional Producer
Chordz
Producer
Devin Cruise
Producer
Dave Kutch
Mastering Engineer
Jean-Marie Horvat
Mixing Engineer
Cy Frye
Producer
D-Mile
Producer
Soundz
Producer
Andy Barnes
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
Now I stopped talking to them
I did everything you asked of me and more
Still you'll be going through my brain
Tripping, when you know them pictures old
I'm more than focused on this money
Trying to turn this house into home
Swear you stay focused on the problems
Girl, it ain't no wonder they ain't gone
So I say, "I don't care", you say I ain't there
So I should just pack my **** and go
I grab myself a bag, you beg me to come back
Well, how much you play them games with your ****
So tired of it
Now you can't make your mind up, if you want it
I hate to see you lonely like these other ****
You bringing up the past, when you know it's different
And you know I'm different
I'm just sayin', girl
Just give me, give me some credit
Where credit is due
Just give, give me some credit
Just give me, give me some credit
Where credit is due
Just give me, give me some credit
I said give me, give me some credit
Where credit is due
Just give me, give me some credit
Just give me, give me some credit
Where credit is due
I ain't never flirt with none of your homegirls
I could give a, give about your homegirls
I never smoked weed in your mama house
Unless you sparked that ****
When she was outta town
I promise to go to the grave with all of your secrets
And whatever gifts I bought you, you can keep it
Girl, as strong as I am, you're my Venus
And after a long day at work, you're like a weekend
So I say, "I don't care", you say I ain't there
So I should just pack my bags and go
I grab myself a bag, you beg me to come back
Well, how much you play these games with your ****, girl
Now you can't make you mind up if you want it
I hate to see you lonely like these other ****
You bringing up the past and you know it's different
And you know I'm different
I'm just saying, girl
Just give me, give me some credit
Where credit is due
Just give me, give me some credit
Just give me, give me some credit
Where credit is due
Just give me, give me some credit
I said give me, give me some credit
Where credit is due
Just give me, give me some credit
Just give me, give me some credit
Where credit is due
Where credit is due
Where credit is
Baby, I ain't forgot about it
I be sittin' around and just thinkin' 'bout it
You do everything you say you gon' do
Want you to know I appreciate all the ****
Even when we be arguing
You still come before everybody
Ain't no ifs, ands or buts about it
'Cause what we got here I wouldn't trade for nothin'
If you gotta go, I'll be good to you, man
'Cause I know you're good for it
I know you're good for it, do what you should, boy
I know you're good for it
You want a cookie, but that's how it should be
I know you're good for it
So on lock down what, like ain't no weed smokin' or what?
(Ain't no nothin', no coming out of the cell, ain't no nothin', you feel me, like)
(We ain't ran a shower in a week)
(We ain't got no food nothin, it's bad right now)
No food?
(Nothing, I don't think, they don't let you go to the store, they don’t let you get packages)
(They don't let you do nothing)
(You just gotta live off the state, stay in your cage and work out)
(We got muscles though)
(We got muscles though)
(Still got muscles)
(Yeah, that ****, regular **** man, like same ****)
(And ain't got nothin' but heart, understand)
Written by: B Ham, Chordz, Cychae Strachan, Dernst Emile II, Devin Cruise, Glenda Proby, Ty Dolla $ign