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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Post Malone
Vocals
Louis Bell
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Louis Bell
Songwriter
Austin Post
Songwriter
Billy Walsh
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Post Malone
Producer
Christian Amadeus
Assistant Recording Engineer
Shane Moloney
Assistant Recording Engineer
Joey Mora
Assistant Recording Engineer
Louis Bell
Producer
Manny Marroquin
Mixing Engineer
Chris Galland
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Zach Pereyra
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Trey Station
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Anthony J Vilchis
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Mike Bozzi
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
(Yeah, we want to go insane)
Take your bitch, give her back, insane
Sent her packing, she was actin' crazy
Goin' batshit in the backseat, range
She was classy, now she nasty, hey
I'm a bachelor, I'm a bastard, hey (wow)
Don't believe me? You can ask her, hey
Goin' batshit in the backseat, range
She was classy, now she nasty, hey
Bring that ass, meet me backstage
A million racks, I need it cash, cake
Yeah, we both got a car, but it's different
Yeah, we both got a house, but it's different
Yeah, we both got teeth, but it's different
(Both got teeth, both got teeth, yeah)
I wanna see somethin' in a short skirt, please
I wanna see somethin' in a shirt skort, please (wow)
Treat my top like my ex, I'ma cut it off completely
Treat my top like my ex, I'ma cut it off completely (skrrt, skrrt)
Take your bitch, give her back, insane (wow)
Sent her packing, she was actin' crazy
Goin' batshit in the backseat, range (wow)
She was classy, now she nasty, hey
I'm a bachelor, I'm a bastard, hey (wow)
Don't believe me? You can ask her, hey
Goin' batshit in the backseat, range (ooh)
She was classy, now she nasty, hey (wow)
Second verse, second verse, yay
Second verse, second verse, again
Put her on game, this is not the same though
This is a Mulsanne, diamonds make a rainbow
Keep my Glocky tucked like a baby in a manger
When your girl around me, she treat you like a stranger
I got 20, 30 strippers in the Sprinter van
It's a little cramped to try to teach me how to dance
Oh, you talkin' that shit, but
You ain't gonna do shit, ooh (gonna do shit, ooh)
I ain't even gotta get up (get it)
Ain't nobody scared of you, ooh (damn)
Take your bitch, give her back, insane (wow)
Sent her packing, she was actin' crazy
Goin' batshit in the backseat, range
She was classy, now she nasty, hey
I'm a bachelor, I'm a bastard, hey (wow)
Don't believe me? You can ask her, hey
Goin' batshit in the backseat, range (wow)
She was classy, now she nasty, hey (hey)
Writer(s): Louis Russell Bell, Austin Richard Post, Billy Walsh
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