Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ciara
Vocals
Nicki Minaj
Vocals
The Co-Captains
Programming
Theron
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Onika Maraj
Songwriter
Ciara Harris
Songwriter
Theron
Songwriter
Timothy Thomas
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
R. City
Producer
The Co-Captains
Producer
Madd Scientist
Recording Engineer
Ariel Chobaz
Recording Engineer
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
Trehy Harris
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Dave Kutch
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Intro]
Ladies, it's your song, so as soon as this come on
You should get out on the floor
Gon' and get your sexy on
If you know that you better than the new girl that he on
Go 'head and tell him now
You gon' miss me when I'm gone
[Verse 1]
Ayo, Cici
Let me show you how to do a singin' bitch greasy
You was by Lenox, yeah, the one on Peachtree
I was with Dimitri
Seen you on your Love & Hip Hop, Mendeecees
Fu-fu-fu-fu-fuck these petty **** is a bitch motto
If I say it on wax, every bitch follow
I-if I'm sippin' in the club, MYX Moscato
I got a big, fat ass, big dicks follow
[Verse 2]
Hit 'em, hit 'em, hit 'em, hit 'em with the back shots, hit 'em with the ass shots
Take 'em to the bank, then I hit 'em with the cash drops
I do it big, I hit 'em with the caps lock
I'm gonna ball, I hit 'em with the mascot
No, I never been there, but I like to Bangkok
Big, fat titties when they hangin' out my tank top
You gon' play me?
On Instagram, ****, tryna shade me
But your bitch at home tryna play me
I'm Nicki M, Weezy F, baby
Man, fuck you and your lady
Gun butt you 'cause you shady
Now, which bitch want it?
'Cause that bitch get it
I gave him to you, bitch
Don't fuckin' forget it
[Verse 3]
I just went through a breakup (Ooh, yeah-yeah-yeah)
But it's okay, I got my cake up (Ooh, yeah-yeah-yeah)
Do my hair, put on some makeup (Ooh, yeah-yeah-yeah)
Tryna see where tonight gon' take us (Ooh, yeah-yeah-yeah)
I post some pics up lookin' sexy (Ooh, yeah-yeah-yeah)
Now this **** wanna text me (Ooh, yeah-yeah-yeah)
How much you wanna bet me? (Ooh, yeah-yeah-yeah)
He gon' regret the day he left me (Ooh, yeah-yeah-yeah)
(Ooh, yeah-yeah-yeah)
[PreChorus]
Celebratin' our breakin' up, oh-oh
Bartender, go 'head and pour me a little more
Tonight, we gon' have us a good time
Let's have a toast to our goodbyes, oh
[Chorus]
Ladies, it's your song, so as soon as this come on
You should get out on the floor
Gon' and get your sexy on
If you know that you better than the new girl that he on
Go 'head and tell him now
You gon' miss me when I'm gone
I'm out
I'm out
Miss-miss-miss me when I'm gone
I'm out
I'm out
[Verse 4]
Now tell me, do my ladies run this? (Ooh, yeah-yeah-yeah)
Not even Hammer can touch this (Ooh, yeah-yeah-yeah)
We standin' up on all the couches (Ooh, yeah-yeah-yeah)
Tomorrow you gon' hear about this (Ooh, yeah-yeah-yeah)
This is what you hearin' through your speakers (Ooh, yeah-yeah-yeah)
That's why we dancin' till our feet hurt (Ooh, yeah-yeah-yeah)
See, I found out he was my problem (Ooh, yeah-yeah-yeah)
Tonight, I came out here to solve him (Ooh, yeah-yeah-yeah)
(Ooh, yeah-yeah-yeah) Yeah, yeah
[PreChorus]
Celebratin' our breakin' up, oh-oh
Bartender, go 'head and pour me a little more
Tonight, we gon' have us a good time
Let's have a toast to our goodbyes, oh
[Chorus]
Ladies, it's your song, so as soon as this come on
You should get out on the floor
Gon' and get your sexy on
If you know that you better than the new girl that he on
Go 'head and tell him now
You gon' miss me when I'm gone (I'm out)
[Bridge]
The way I put it on ya got you goin' trippy-trippy
You wanna come here for it, wishin' you could get it, get it
No-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
No-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
I got you hot, make you stop, when you see me, see me
You got your hand out, talkin' 'bout, "Gimme, gimme"
No-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
No-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
[Chorus]
La-la-ladies, it's your song, so as soon as this come on
Say fuck these petty ****, if these **** did you wrong
If he got a new bitch, then tell that bitch meet you outside
And pop her like a molly, till them bitches recognize (I'm out)
[Outro]
Grinnin'
(I'm out) I'm winnin'
The end and the beginning
I send them on an errand, then I son 'em like my children
You couldn't get a fan if it was hangin' from the ceiling (I'm out)
Written by: Ciara, Onika Maraj, R. City