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PERFORMING ARTISTS
G-Eazy
G-Eazy
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Felix Joseph
Felix Joseph
Songwriter
Gerald Gillum
Gerald Gillum
Songwriter
Alastair O'Donnell
Alastair O'Donnell
Songwriter
Santeri Kauppinen
Santeri Kauppinen
Songwriter
Halston Williams
Halston Williams
Songwriter
Joseph Salvatore Tanacredi
Joseph Salvatore Tanacredi
Songwriter
Suzanne Vega
Suzanne Vega
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Felix Joseph
Felix Joseph
Producer
Aod
Aod
Producer
MD$
MD$
Producer
Rodaidh McDonald
Rodaidh McDonald
Mixing Engineer
Josh Parkin
Josh Parkin
Producer
Jesse Ack
Jesse Ack
Executive Producer
Tane
Tane
Mixing Engineer
Gerhard Westphalen
Gerhard Westphalen
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Duh, duh, duh-duh, duh, duh Duh, duh, duh-duh, duh, duh-duh, duh Duh, duh, duh-duh, duh, duh (you know) Duh, duh, duh-duh, duh, duh-duh, duh... (uh) I wear Prada, Balenciaga I party when I wanna And she can't tell me nada No, she can't tell me nada All I heard was blah, blah, blah, blah Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah No, she can't tell me nada No, she can't tell me nada (can't tell me shit) Now what they gon' say about this? Half a million on my left wrist, a stainless Nautalis Too much filler, now shes got a lisp But it's feeling insane when she's sucking on this- I'm having too much motion What they put in Casa? That's a cold, cold potion Sign another deal, now we're champagne toasting Doors open, hyphy so Oakland Jacket fresh off the YSL runway You can't get this, it was really only one made Hit her on Friday, forgot about Sunday She texts I need to grow up, I text her back, "One day" I wear Prada, Balenciaga I party when I wanna And she can't tell me nada No, she can't tell me nada All I heard was blah, blah, blah, blah Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah (blah, blah, blah, blah) No, she can't tell me nada No, she can't tell me nada (she can't tell me shit) Uh, I leave a New York Nine on read If she ain't a gawk goddess, I'll turn down head Met her at The Ned, now I've got her legs spread When we done, the mattress halfway off the bed Superfly, not a plane, not a bird Drink 'til I can't remember what occurred I know I've got a reputation, sure you've heard Million dollar dick, should probably get it insured Acting like a nerd Sent a six-minute voice memo, "Are you absurd?" Not listening to that shit, I put on "Do Not Disturb" Now she can't tell me nada, not a word I wear Prada, Balenciaga I party when I wanna And she can't tell me nada (there he go) No, she can't tell me nada (you know) All I heard was blah, blah, blah, blah (blah) Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah (blah, blah) No, she can't tell me nada (blah, blah) No, she can't tell me nada Duh, duh, duh-duh, duh, duh Duh, duh, duh-duh, duh, duh-duh, duh
Writer(s): Santeri Kauppinen, Gerald Gillum, Joseph Salvatore Tanacredi, Suzanne Vega, Felix Joseph, Alastair O'donnell, Halston Williams Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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