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