Featured In
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Doja Cat
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ari Starace
Songwriter
Rogét Chahayed
Songwriter
Amala Zandile Dlamini
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Y2K
Producer
Rogét Chahayed
Producer
Rian Lewis
Recording Engineer
Jeff Ellis Worldwide
Mixing Engineer
Dale Becker
Mastering Engineer
Mayer Hawthorne
Additional Producer
Trevor Taylor
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Ivan Handwerk
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Abbey Lewis
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Katie Harvey
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Julian Vasquez
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
[PreChorus]
Baby, if you like it
Just reach out and pet it
This one doesn't bite, it
Doesn't get aggressive
Show you how to touch it
Hold it like it's precious
It don't need your lovin'
It just needs attention
[Chorus]
(Love me) It needs, it seeks affection
(So sweet) Hungry, it fiends, attention
(Hungry) It needs, it seeks affection
(Baby) Hungry, it fiends
[Verse 1]
Look at me, look at me
You lookin'?
My taste good but I just had to redirect my cookin'
I coulda been an opener, I redirect the bookin'
I readed all the comments sayin' "D, I'm really shooketh
D, you need to see a therapist, is you lookin'?"
Yes, the one I got, they really are the best
Now I feel like I can see you bitches is depressed
I am not afraid to finally say shit with my chest
Lost a little weight but I ain't never lost a tushy
Lookin' good but now my bald head match my
Lookin' good but now they all sayin' that I'm ugly
Boo-hoo, my ****, I ain't sad you won't fuck me
I'm sad that you really thought your ass was above me
You're lucky
'Cause I just paid your bill with a reply
I just made your money pile knee-high
I just made your stats peak, now you got a blue check
Now you can afford to go and reinstall the new wig
Now you can afford to not be lousy, go and do shit
Talk your shit about me, I can easily disprove it
It's stupid
You follow me but you don't really care about the music
[PreChorus]
Baby, if you like it
Just reach out and pet it
This one doesn't bite, it
Doesn't get aggressive
Show you how to touch it
Hold it like it's precious
It don't need your lovin'
It just needs attention
[Chorus]
(Love me) It needs, it seeks affection
(So sweet) Hungry, it fiends, attention
(Hungry) It needs, it seeks affection
(Baby) Hungry, it fiends
[Verse 2]
Yeah
Look at me, look at me
I'm naked
Vulnerability earned me a lot of bacon
I put a thong all in my ass and taught you how to shake it
I paid all my respect to those who taught me how to make it
And now I reap the benefits with no confrontation
Y'all fall into beef, but that's another conversation
I'm sorry, but we all find it really entertaining
'Cause we all wanna see them slip and fall right on their faces
And we all wanna be the one to see the devastation
Not be in it
But ain't the bad press good?
The disrespect's real, how this Patek look?
Pull out the checkbook, now why yo' neck crook?
I never learned to superstar from a textbook
Talkin' 'bout she fallin' off, why she get booked?
Man, I been humble, I'm tired of all the deprecation
Just let me flex, bruh, just let me pop shit
"Why, she think she Nicki M, she think she hot shit"
I never gave a F, go stir the pot, bitch
I got y'all head all in the dirt just like an ostrich
Of course you bitches comparing Doja to who the hottest
[PreChorus]
Baby, if you like it
Just reach out and pet it
This one doesn't bite, it
Doesn't get aggressive
Show you how to touch it
Hold it like it's precious
It don't need your lovin'
It just needs attention
[Chorus]
(Love me) It needs, it seeks affection
(So sweet) Hungry, it fiends, attention
(Hungry) It needs, it seeks affection
(Baby) Hungry, it fiends
Written by: Amala Zandile Dlamini, Ari Starace, Rogét Chahayed