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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Shenseea
Vocals
Anitta
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
CHINSEA LEE
Songwriter
Larissa de Macedo Machado
Songwriter
London Holmes
Songwriter
Donny Flores
Songwriter
Randall Hammers
Songwriter
Dazmiere Johnson
Songwriter
Milton Adams II
Songwriter
Sheldon Marquis Rashad Grant
Songwriter
Antonio Collins Williams
Songwriter
Andy Clay
Songwriter
Jonathan Meir Holder
Songwriter
Ofer Shaul Ishai
Songwriter
Robert Douglas-Sola
Songwriter
Oscar Poncell
Songwriter
Franshesco Viran
Songwriter
Madison Love
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
London On Da Track
Producer
King Wizard
Producer
Kuji
Additional Producer
ToneDeaf
Additional Producer
Nick Bane
Recording Engineer
Louie Gomez
Recording Engineer
Serban Ghenea
Mixing Engineer
Bryce Bordone
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Andy Clay
Additional Producer
Lyrics
[Chorus]
Tell me something, baby, where da bread at?
You no have no money, that's a red flag
Wanna be my man, you can dead that
You living with your mama, that's a red flag
Walked in looking like the one, one, one
Tryna shoot your shot, but you're done, done, done, yeah
Show me where the bread at
If you ain't got it, baby, that's a red flag
[Verse 1]
Rule number one, me no need your money
But that doesn't mean you shouldn't spend it on me
If you got no funds you get no 'ttention
'Cause I know plenty bosses, boy, and you ain't one, no
Must think I'm crazy
I know ya type, and I don't do fugazy
A1 punany, broke **** never taste it
No, no, I don't do basic
I need a real big spender
Not a one dollar biller
Hope you got mucho dinero
I need to see a couple millions
Where it's at?
[Chorus]
Tell me something, baby, where da bread at?
You no have no money, that's a red flag
Wanna be my man, you can dead that
You living with your mama, that's a red flag
Walked in looking like the one, one, one
Tryna shoot your shot, but you're done, done, done, yeah
Show me where the bread at
If you ain't got it, baby, that's a red flag
[Verse 2]
So he wanna look me in designer
Dropped that top that I might just ride it
You might see me dripping in diamonds
Look, don't touch, uhn-uhn, that's priceless
No tiene na', no me puede enamorar
Yo te pago pa' que no vuelva' ma'
Pa' ayudarte
Why you say you got it if you livin' with your mama?
Hombre sin dinero no se acuesta en mi cama
Si yo tengo ma' que tú, that's a red flag
You lookin' like a rash, I got cash
Y yo te dije
[Chorus]
Tell me something, baby, where da bread at?
You no have no money, that's a red flag
Wanna be my man, you can dead that
You living with your mama, that's a red flag
Walked in looking like the one, one, one
Tryna shoot your shot, but you're done, done, done, yeah
Show me where the bread at
If you ain't got it, baby, that's a red flag
Written by: Andy, Andy Clay, Antonio Collins Williams, CHINSEA LEE, Daz, Dazmiere Johnson, Donny Flores, Eric Jackson, Franshesco Viran, Jonathan Meir Holder, King Wizard, Larissa de Macedo Machado, London Holmes, Madison Love, Milton Adams II, Miltone, Ofer Shaul Ishai, Oscar Poncell, Randall Hammers, Robert Douglas-Sola, Sheldon, Sheldon Marquis Rashad Grant, Unknown