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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lola Brooke
Vocals
Romano
Drums
Kaigoinkrazy
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Shyniece Thomas
Songwriter
Terence Williams
Songwriter
Fletcher Redd
Songwriter
Nathaniel Band
Songwriter
Kai Hasegawa
Songwriter
Kevohn John
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Romano
Producer
Kaigoinkrazy
Producer
10fifty
Producer
Ace Redd
Additional Producer
Doğu Aydın
Recording Engineer
Anthony "AntMixedIt" Daniel
Mixing Engineer
Dan Millice
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Yeah, ah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I don't go on dates, I want the funds instead
I might let 'em sniff the-, don't let it go to yo' head
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Beat a bitch 'bout mine, said what I said
Off the Don Julio, don't let it go to yo' head
Bitch, get back, I be moving tact (yeah)
I be talking money, he be throwin' racks (yeah)
He said I'm dramatic, don't know how to act
Nigga, if you love me, get my face tatted
Want me to be your lady, cop me that Mercedes
I be in the latest, BET in Vegas
Nigga, is you crazy? This wetty leave 'em wavy
Papa, I'm your baby (yeah), well let me swipe your Ame'
Miss Deep Pockets, big bags, they don't fold
Van Cleef or Cartier, no Kenneth Cold (brr)
New set, French tip, I'm ten toes
Blew a bag from Fifth Ave to Melrose
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I don't go on dates, I want the funds instead
I might let 'em sniff the-, don't let it go to yo' head
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Beat a bitch 'bout mine, said what I said
Off the Don Julio, don't let it go to yo' head
Don't let it go to yo' head (uh, uh, uh, uh)
He get too comfortable, he cannot fold me to bed (uh, uh, uh, uh)
I leave a sucker nigga hungry 'til he's supposed to be fed
I'm Little Miss Got the juice, came through as a bev
I know you thirsty, nigga
You ever had some nani from the gutter?
Thongs on, in the sweatsuit, and these French toes in these buttas (nah)
Said he want to put his mouth on it, ni-nigga better not stutter
Wear they hats on these niggas, Yankee fitted, ain't no trucker (hey, baby)
I don't need a nigga, what you doin' me to dead?
I leave him on read (yeah), all I see is red (rojo)
I ain't let him fuck, if that rumor get spread (you know)
Then the Don Julio gettin' thrown at yo' head
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I don't go on dates, I want the funds instead
I might let 'em sniff the-, don't let it go to yo' head
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Beat a bitch 'bout mine, said what I said
Off the Don Julio, don't let it go to yo' head
Writer(s): Terence Williams, Fletcher Redd, Kevohn John, Kai Hasegawa, Nathaniel Band, Shyniece Thomas
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