Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Finesse2tymes
Finesse2tymes
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Algernod Washington
Algernod Washington
Songwriter
Bobby Turner Jr.
Bobby Turner Jr.
Songwriter
Christopher Gholson
Christopher Gholson
Songwriter
EDUARDO DEL-BARRIO
EDUARDO DEL-BARRIO
Songwriter
Faheem Najm
Faheem Najm
Songwriter
Ferrell Wayne Miles
Ferrell Wayne Miles
Songwriter
Maurice White
Maurice White
Songwriter
Ricky Hampton
Ricky Hampton
Songwriter
Sean Momberger
Sean Momberger
Songwriter
Verdine White
Verdine White
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sean Momberger
Sean Momberger
Producer
Clay Perry
Clay Perry
Mixing Engineer
Bobby Kritical
Bobby Kritical
Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]
(Bobby Kritical)
[Chorus]
See, I was young back then, let's try this again, I'm older now
I wasn't with the kisses and hugs, that shit old, I'll hold you now
On a yacht in the 'Yami, dealin' with Atlantic, I'm one of them ones for sure
Ain't gon' lie, I was fuckin' your friend, I'm honest (We used a condom, though)
You raw
Yeah, I'm a catch, but I'm caught
Bedroom, layin' law
Pull up in a camo what's-his-name, me and you (What you do?)
Jump out that bitch like I'm Ross, hold up
Hold a button to close the door, put your purse on the floor and fire up this dro (Fire up)
No, this shit here ain't no joke, Chrome Heart jeans, Art of War coat, yup
[Verse 1]
I love her flaws and everything, understand ain't nobody perfect (I get it)
I don't mind goin' through the bullshit with you, but, baby, you gotta be worth it (Be worth it)
She got me like wait a minute (Hold up), I was shakin' in it (Ooh), put a baby in it (Ayy)
And I know I be trippin' when money funny, but damn, you gotta be patient with me
Finesse, uh-uh
You ain't gotta lie to me (Don't do that)
She like, "Why you aggressive?" Like, baby, I gotta be (I gotta be)
We gon' lay out a strategy (A strategy)
She say I'm the best, I say, "Baby, don't flatter me"
Baby, don't lie to me (Don't do that)
If you goin' through somethin', come here, you can cry to me (Come here)
Just tell me the truth even if it hurt, after that, and fuck the shit outta me (Uh-uh, uh-uh)
You ain't gotta lie to me (Don't do that)
She like, "Why you aggressive?" Like, baby, I gotta be (I gotta be)
We gon' lay out a strategy (A strategy)
She say I'm the best, I say, "Baby, don't flatter me"
Baby, don't lie to me (Don't do that)
If you goin' through somethin', come here, you can cry to me (Come here)
Just tell me the truth even if it hurt, after that, and fuck the shit outta me
[Chorus]
See, I was young back then, let's try this again, I'm older now
I wasn't with the kisses and hugs, that shit old, I'll hold you now
On a yacht in the 'Yami, dealin' with Atlantic, I'm one of them ones for sure
Ain't gon' lie, I was fuckin' your friend, I'm honest (We used a condom, though)
You raw
Yeah, I'm a catch, but I'm caught
Bedroom, layin' law
Pull up in a camo what's-his-name, me and you (What you do?)
Jump out that bitch like I'm Ross, hold up
Hold a button to close the door, put your purse on the floor and fire up this dro (Fire up)
No, this shit here ain't no joke, Chrome Heart jeans, Art of War coat (Yup)
Written by: Algernod Washington, Bobby Turner, Bobby Turner Jr., Christopher Gholson, EDUARDO DEL-BARRIO, Faheem Najm, Ferrell Wayne Miles, Maurice White, Ricky Hampton, Sean Momberger, Verdine White
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