Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kaliii
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ace Redd
Songwriter
Anthony Woart
Songwriter
Childish Major
Songwriter
Greg Curtis
Songwriter
Kaliya Ashley Ross
Songwriter
Keyshia Cole
Songwriter
Walter Little
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Glenn Schick
Mastering Engineer
Finis "KY" White
Mixing Engineer
Anthony R. Smith
Recording Engineer
Papi Yerr
Producer
Lyrics
[Intro]
Kaliii
[Verse 1]
Last night me and that **** broke up
Fuck him
On my side, man, that **** fucked up
On God
That **** striked out, he done played again
Dummy
Caught him with a ho in her baby ass Benz
Ugh
I ain't know you like fuckin' broke hoes
What the fuck?
Bad lace got you in a choke hold?
Hell nah
Come to me as a woman is a no no
A no no
'Cause who the fuck want smoke 'bout a bozo?
Stupid bitch
[Verse 2]
Bitch, you think you're better than me?
What's up?
Bitch, I know you don't get wetter than me
Nah
That **** just another letter to me
Ex
Pretty face, give a fuck if she thicker than me
[PreChorus]
Ain't no love for no thot
Nah
Pockets hit or not
Yeah
He can keep the bitch 'cause I'm everything she not
On God
He somewhere in his feelings and I'm somewhere on a yacht
Aww
'Cause bad bitches never cry over cock
Yeah
[Chorus]
Love
Fuck that
Uh-huh
Ain't no more love for a ho
Mmm-mmm
Guarantee that **** double back
What?
His homeboy the one I should have chose
That's right
Love
Hell nah
Mmm-mmm
Trick a **** down to his draws
My bad
**** left like thirty missed calls
Can't see a ho ****, Ray Charles
Can't see him
[Verse 3]
He think he so P but he boo boo
I can make a player **** boo hoo
He obsessed, got him stalking my YouTube
Cut the flex on the 'Gram, I know the real you
Ho
Yeah, facts, he attached
One fuck up, can't get me back
Nah
Let him run his mouth 'bout this and that
I'd be mad too, I couldn't hit this cat
Oh, you mad I'm outside with the ballers?
Huh?
Scamming hood **** with them commas
Okay
He got a stick in the back, what's the problem?
I ain't got kids, no baby mama drama
[PreChorus]
'Cause ain't no love for no thot
Nah
Pockets hit or not
Yeah
He can keep the bitch 'cause I'm everything she not
On God
He somewhere in his feelings and I'm somewhere on a yacht
Aww
'Cause bad bitches never cry over cock
Yeah
[Chorus]
Love
Fuck that
Uh-huh
Ain't no more love for a ho
Mmm-mmm
Guarantee that **** double back
What?
His homeboy the one I should have chose
That's right
Love
Hell nah
Mmm-mmm
Trick a **** down to his draws
My bad
**** left like thirty missed calls
Can't see a ho ****, Ray Charles
Can't see him
[Chorus]
Love
Fuck that
Uh-huh
Ain't no more love for a ho
Mmm-mmm
Guarantee that **** double back
What?
His homeboy the one I should have chose
That's right
Love
Hell nah
Mmm-mmm
Trick a **** down to his draws
My bad
**** left like thirty missed calls
Can't see a ho ****, Ray Charles
Can't see him
Written by: Ace Redd, Anthony Woart, Anthony Woart Jr., CURTIS GREGORY GERARD, Childish Major, Fletcher Redd, Greg Curtis, Kaliya Ashley Ross, Keyshia Cole, Walter Jacobs, Walter Little