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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
[Intro]
Yeah
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 1]
Bitch, get back, I be moving tact
I be talking money, he be throwing racks
He said I'm dramatic, don't know how to act
****, if you love me, get my face tatted
Want me be your lady, cop me that Mercedes
I be in the latest, BET in Vegas
****, is you crazy? This wetty leave 'em wavy
Papa, I'm your baby? Well let me swipe your Ame'
Miss deep pockets, big bags, they don't fold
Van Cleef or Cartier, no Kenneth Cole
New set, French tip, I'm ten toes
Blew a bag from Fifth Ave to Melrose
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 2]
Don't let it go to yo' head
He get too comfortable, he cannot fold me to bed
I leave a sucker **** hungry till he suppose to be fed
I'm Lil' Miss Got The Juice, came through as a bev
I know you thirsty, ****
You ever had some nani from the gutter?
Thongs on in a sweatsuit and these French toes in these buttas
Said he want to put his mouth on it, ni-**** better not stutter
Wear they hats on these ****, Yankee fitted, ain't no trucker (Hey, baby)
I don't need a ****, what you doing me to dead?
I leave him on read, all I see is red
I ain't let him fuck, if that rumor get spread
Then the Don Julio getting thrown at yo' head
[Chorus]
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
Written by: Fletcher Redd, Kai Hasegawa, Kevohn John, Nathaniel Band, Shyniece Thomas, Terence Williams