Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Big Sean
Vocals
Cash Cobain
Vocals
WondaGurl
Programming
Mathaius Young
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ebony Oshunrinde
Songwriter
Christian Scye Taylor
Songwriter
Rheji Burrell
Songwriter
Cashmere Small
Songwriter
Sean Michael Anderson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Cash Cobain
Producer
WondaGurl
Producer
Mathaius Young
Producer
BBYKOBE
Additional Producer
Milan Beker
Recording Engineer
Cyrus "NOIS" Taghipour
Mixing Engineer
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Mixing Engineer
Brandon Blatz
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Curtis "Sircut" Bye
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Nicolas De Porcel
Mastering Engineer
Demitrius Lewis II
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Intro]
Yeah
Whoa, whoa
Damn
[Chorus]
Pullin' on your hair, smackin' on your ass (Hair)
I had to get you back for actin' like that (Like that)
I had to get you back for actin' like that (Like what?)
I had to get your ass back, bitch (Bitch)
Fuckin' up your spot, only I know that you got (Whoa, whoa)
Till it pop (Yeah)
Forgot you was mad (Forgot you was mad)
I had to get you back for actin' like that (Like that)
I had to get your ass back, bitch (Bitch)
[Verse 1]
I fuck you out of your clothes (Clothes)
I fuck you out of a bad day (Yeah)
She throwin' ass for a **** like I done went pro and it's motherfuckin' draft day
I'm in a whole other league with the pussy, I'm sluttin' and fuckin' her down (Down)
She shakin', I buckle her down (Down)
When we fuck, we ain't fuckin' around (Wait)
So much respect on my name, it's a whole different thing when you touchin' the town (Swerve)
Ain't nobody touchin' you now (For real)
It's the owner that's shuttin' us down
Look, I know how to make that pussy talk
I know how to outline it in chalk
Late for work and it's all my fault
Fuck your job, baby, I'm your new boss
Rip it off, now you need a new bra
Take the edge off like a Newport
I can lay you down to some R&B or I can fuck you in the car to Too $hort (Bitch)
She say, "You give the best hugs, 'cause you too friendly (Too friendly)
And if you touch another bitch, then that's too many" (Hold up, what? What?)
Actin' like my fuckin lawyer, she get too defensive (Too defensive)
Bringin' up old cases, tryna argue in it (What the fuck?)
Ain't finna fight with you, even though I keep it too player (Whoa)
Talkin' all crazy, but fuck it, I know what to do later (Yeah)
[Chorus]
Pullin' on your hair, smackin' on your ass (Hair)
I had to get you back for actin' like that (Like that)
I had to get you back for actin' like that (Like what?)
I had to get your ass back, bitch (Bitch)
Fuckin' up your spot, only I know that you got (Spot, yeah, got it)
Till it pop (Till it what?)
Forgot you was mad (Forgot you was mad)
I had to get you back for actin' like that (Like that)
I had to get your ass back, bitch
[Verse 2]
I see you chargin' for everything, baby, I know that your back got a battery (Charge)
I know you get what you give and I give you everything, come give it back to me (Whoa)
I know it cost to be the boss bitch, and you got a faculty
And every one of them on salary
And I know that we don't talk as much and that's really sad to me
I know you livin' on go, but it feel like time stops when you mad at me (Go)
But we gotta get to it gradually (Go)
We gotta find us some work and life balance and come with a strategy (For real)
And that goes for anything worth havin' and you worth havin' me
I swear, when we get together, you feel like the other half of me
And that's why I'm pressin' you back to back to back to back like we in a factory
Twin prezzies and they factory-ed, baby girl, you know I'm a empath
I can feel your vibe telepathically, I already know before you askin' me
Off of that wine, I'm fuckin' with Slizzy, they lovin' him like the new Biggie (Swerve)
He said he can tell you the one, how I pick up the phone when I'm busy (Swerve)
Is it ironic that ever since I hit all you been doin' is missin' me? (Why?)
Got you daydreamin' 'bout kissin' me
Got you wet dreamin' how I'm
[Chorus]
Pullin' on your hair, smackin' on your ass (Hair, yeah, yeah)
I had to get you back for actin' like that (Like that)
I had to get you back for actin' like that (Like what?)
I had to get your ass back, bitch (Bitch)
Fuckin' up your spot, only I know that you got (Yeah, got it)
Till it pop (Till it what?)
Forgot you was mad (Forgot you was mad)
I had to get you back for actin' like that (Like that)
I had to get your ass back, bitch (Bitch)
[Verse 3]
You too hot to be actin' cool
Once you come to my spot, ready or not, I'm tryna do what it do
I know you take your time, I change your mind, that liquor got you feelin' loose
I'm really feelin' your vibe, so what is the vibe? Like is you my bae or my boo?
I really think that you mine, I'm bangin' your line, I'm beggin' you just to come through and
I will not play with your mind, or play with your time, I swear I won't play about you
Like, I'm tryna show you why I don't lose
Like, uh-huh
Written by: Cashmere Small, Christian Scye Taylor, Ebony Oshunrinde, Evan Kobe Hood, Rheji Burrell, Sean Anderson