Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
DaniLeigh
Vocals
Jonathan Asperil
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rodney Jerkins
Composer
Danielle Curiel
Composer
Jonathan Asperil
Composer
Antonio Kearney
Composer
Kyarah Thomas
Lyrics
Quintin Ellis
Composer
Theresa Jones
Composer
Vurdell Muller
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rodney Jerkins
Producer
Kcdaproducer
Producer
Derek Keota
Recording Engineer
Edwin Díaz
Recording Engineer
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
Mike Seaberg
Mixing Engineer
Jacob Richards
Assistant Mixing Engineer
DJ Riggins
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Rachel Blum
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Jonathan Asperil
Producer
Vurdell Muller
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I bet you feel like shit for dat
Tried to expose me, showed yo ass
That type shit ain't no comin back
So keep yo hoe ass where you at
[Verse 2]
You livin' life with actions you could never face and
You such a coward, run away from conversations
Think you entitled but I really could replace you
Said fuck the title but my shit up in your place and
Like you ain't tell me to come here to raise our baby
How am I gon' trust you to raise her into a lady?
Putting our private shit public, you outta pocket
How you gon' cap? Call me a side bitch, boy just stop it
Oh
[Verse 3]
'Cause you know what it is
Throwing stones and mixing hoes in our business
Got these blogs posting all this fake shit
You know that you dead wrong
[Verse 4]
I bet you feel like shit for dat
Tried to expose me showed yo ass
That type shit ain't no comin back
So keep yo hoe ass where you at
[Verse 5]
With all the cap, cap, cap
Cap, cap, cap, you such a Capricorn
With all the cap, cap, cap
Cap, cap, cap, you such a Capricorn
With all the cap, cap, cap
Cap, cap, cap, you such a Capricorn
With all the cap, cap, cap
Cap, cap, cap, you such a Capricorn
[Verse 6]
All that cap you doin' I be peepin
Thinkin I ain't see it
Time to choose up on you 'cause you givin' hella reasons
If it ain't 'bout the baby we ain't speakin
Pick her up when it's your weekend
'Cause all that other shit you talkin', man I swear you just be reachin'
Gotta skrrt off from that shit that drove me crazy
Only thing that I drive is my Mercedes
No, you won't have me when you want me, you can't play me
I'll be by my lonely 'fore I let you dub me
Ain't no for discussion, no no
[Verse 7]
'Cause you know what it is
Throwing stones and mixing hoes in our business
Got these blogs posting all this fake shit
You know that you dead wrong
[Verse 8]
I bet you feel like shit for dat
Tried to expose me, showed yo ass
That type shit ain't no comin back
So keep yo hoe ass where you at
[Verse 9]
With all the cap, cap, cap
Cap, cap, cap, you such a Capricorn (You such a Capricorn)
With all the cap, cap, cap
Cap, cap, cap, you such a Capricorn (Oh, oh yeah)
With all the cap, cap, cap
Cap, cap, cap, you such a Capricorn (You such a Capricorn)
With all the cap, cap, cap
Cap, cap, cap, you such a Capricorn (Ah yeah, woah)
Written by: Antonio Kearney, Danielle Curiel, Jonathan Asperil, Kyarah Thomas, Quintin Ellis, Rodney Jerkins, Theresa “Résa” Jones, Vurdell Eugene Muller, Vurdell Vscript Muller