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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
BIA
BIA
Vocals
Timbaland
Timbaland
Additional Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bianca Landrau
Bianca Landrau
Songwriter
Missy Elliott
Missy Elliott
Songwriter
Timothy Mosley
Timothy Mosley
Songwriter
Edgar Ferrera
Edgar Ferrera
Songwriter
Jordan Gomez
Jordan Gomez
Songwriter
Enoch Rich Harris III
Enoch Rich Harris III
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Timbaland
Timbaland
Producer
SkipOnDaBeat
SkipOnDaBeat
Producer
Lil Rich
Lil Rich
Producer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Kevin "K.D." Davis
Kevin "K.D." Davis
Mixing Engineer
Enoch Harris III
Enoch Harris III
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Yeah, uh Brr (yeah), hah, hah (grrah) Ayy (yeah), uh BIA, BIA (BIA, BIA) Soon as you see me I up it, I'm gone I'm really livin' the sh- in my song Glock in my bag and it don't got a safety I make the money, I don't let it make me Shout out Diana, she raised me I'm with my member, he rockin' a paisley That's word to Moula, can't phase me I rather cheat before he drive me crazy I'm that - I'm into guns if they come with a switch I got a type if he makin' me rich And these b- be watchin' my page like a Twitch Into one ear and go straight out the mata I like my n- the color of Malta He smokin' gas and he speakin' in Patois I'm tryna put all my opps on a alter And we smokin' ya hot like a grabba (grabba) I'm a top b-, I'm a alpha (alpha) I'm addicted to money and power, uh (yeah, yeah, yeah) And we smokin' ya hot like a grabba I'm a top b-, I'm a alpha I'm addicted to money and power, uh (brr, yeah, yeah, yeah) She's a - (yeah) The way I left that sh- on read, he don't exist (yeah) The way I killed them h-, they dead, ain't seen them since (yeah) The way I put that sh- on, I be throwin' fits I'm that, I'm that - (yeah) The way I left that sh- on read, he don't exist (yeah) The way I killed them h-, they dead ain't seen them since (uh, yeah) The way I put that sh- on, I be throwin' fits I'm that - Uh, change my number so you couldn't reach me I'm the truth without gettin' too preachy F- do I look like lettin' him treash me? (Uh) I'm the type to go get my respect Prolly gon' die with my foot on they neck Iron it out 'cause I know when they pressed Sendin' him home 'cause he know he a guest, like I'm a real b- so I do what I wanna (do what I wanna) This n- toxic, he need him a sauna (yeah) I could tell you was a h- from your aura I limit my drama, I'm havin' good karma Buy me a house, boy, if you wanna be with me You used to women that's f- too easily I used to get to my money illegally None of my haters is sleepin' this peacefully Huh She's a - (yeah) The way I left that sh- on read, he don't exist (yeah) The way I killed them h-, they dead, ain't seen them since (yeah) The way I put that sh- on, I be throwin' fits I'm that, I'm that - (yeah) The way I left that sh- on read, he don't exist (yeah) The way I killed them h-, they dead ain't seen them since (uh, yeah) The way I put that sh- on, I be throwin' fits I'm that b- (Uh)
Writer(s): Timothy Z. Mosley, Melissa Elliott, Bianca Landrau, Enoch Harris, Jordan Alexander Gomez, Edgar Ferrera Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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