Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bri’Aja Jones
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bri’Aja Jones
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mike Shabb
Producer
Lyrics
Okay
Okay
Why you wanna hurt me?
Bitch, I wouldn't do that shit to you
You gon' have to try your hardest
Better yet, how 'bout you tell the truth?
Why you mad about some shit that we can fix?
The fuck is up with you?
I be by myself, nobody else, so I can never lose
BB on my belt, I need my wealth, no, I can't pity fools
I don't need no **** for his racks, I'm just not in it
Okay, you gon' have to try your damn best if you want me to lose
Wanna do me bad, but now I'm up, make him go cry the blues
If I could, I would, I'd never see your face again
You think that I lost, but on my soul, I'm havin' plenty men
Only fuck with gang 'cause they the realest, they wanna see me win
You gon' cry alone all by yourself while I cry in a Benz
Okay, I'll cry in a 'Rari (Okay)
I know somethin' that you bitches don't (What?)
But I won't tell nobody (What?)
I go places bitches never go (Yeah)
These hoes can never top me (Okay)
I hop on a plane and I go ghost
They wishin' they could stop me (Yeah, wishin' they could stop me)
Why you wanna hurt me? Bitch, I wouldn't do that shit to you
You gon' have to try your hardest (Okay)
Better yet, how 'bout you tell the truth?
Why you mad about some shit that we can fix?
The fuck is up with you?
I be by myself, nobody else, so I can never lose
Written by: Bri’Aja Jones