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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
Benjamin Wright
Orchestra
Giovanna Clayton
Cello
María Martínez
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
María Martínez
Mixing Engineer
Dave Kutch
Mastering Engineer
Cy Frye
Producer
D-Mile
Producer
Soundz
Producer
Andy Barnes
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
{Ty Dolla $ign}:
Now I stopped talking to them bitches
I did everything you asked of me and more
Still you be going through my 'gram
Trippin' when you know them pictures old
I'm more than focused on this money
Trying to turn this house into a home
Swear you stay focused on the problems
Girl it ain't no wonder they ain't gone
{Pre–}:
So I say I don't care, you say I ain't there
So I should just pack my shit and go
I grab myself a bag, you beg me to come back
Why must you play them games with your nigga, I'm so tired of it
Now you can't make your mind up if you want a nigga
I hate to see you lonely like these other bitches
You bringing up the past and you know it's different
And you know I'm different, I'm just saying girl
{Hook–}:
Just give a nigga some credit, where credit is due
Just give a nigga some credit
Just give a nigga some credit, where credit is due
Just give a nigga some credit
I said give a nigga some credit, where credit is due
Just give a nigga some credit
Just give a nigga some credit, where credit is due
I ain't never flirt with none of your home girls
I could give a fuck about your so home girls
I never smoked weed in your mama house
Unless you sparked that shit, she was out of town
I promise to go to the grave with all your secrets
And whatever gifts I bought you, you can keep it
Girl, as strong as I am you're my weakness
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
Why must you play these games with your nigga, girl
Now you can't make your mind up if you want a nigga
I hate to see you lonely like these other bitches
You bringing up the past and you know it's different
And you know I'm different, I'm just saying girl
Just give a nigga some credit, where credit is due
Just give a nigga some credit
Just give a nigga some credit, where credit is due
Just give a nigga some credit
I said give a nigga some credit, where credit is due
Just give a nigga some credit
Just give a nigga some credit, where credit is due
Ooohh, where credit is, where credit is
{Sevyn Streeter}:
Baby, I done forgot about it
I be sitting around and just thinking about it
You do everything you say you gon' do
Want you to know I appreciate all that shit
Even when we be arguin'
Still come before everybody
Ain't no ifs, ands or buts about it
'Cause what we got here wouldn't trade for nothin'
If you gotta go, be good to your man
Because I know you're good for it
I know you good for it, do what you should for it
I know you're good for it
Nigga you want a cookie, but that's how it should be
I know you're good for it
{Outr.–}
Ty $: Damn, so on lock down what, like ain't no weed smokin' or what?
TC: Ain't no coming out of the show, 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
Ty $: No food?
TC: Nothing, they don't let you go to [?], they don't let you get back in unless you for nothing. You just gotta live off the state, stay in your cage and work out. We got muscles though, we got muscles though (*laughs*), still got muscles. Yeah, last year, that's regular shit man, like same shit
Ty $: Yeah...
TC: [?]
Writer(s): Dernst Emile, Amber Denise Streeter, Glenda Proby, Marlon Travis Barrow, Tyrone William Griffin, Devin E. Montgomery, Cyshae A. Strachan, Brandon Alan Hamlin
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