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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Darren Lighty
All Instruments
Clifton Lighty
Background Vocals
Dante "Chi" Jordan
Vocals
David "Davinch" Chance
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Darren Lighty
Songwriter
Clifton Lighty
Songwriter
Balewa Muhammad
Songwriter
Edward Ferrell II
Songwriter
Edward "Eddie F." Ferrell II
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Darren Lighty
Producer
Edward "Eddie F." Ferrell II
Assistant Engineer
David McPherson
Executive Producer
Kevin Perry
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Sheldon Goode
Recording Engineer
Andy Cardenas
Recording Engineer
Eddie Ferrell
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Songtexte
Ooh, girl, oh, girl
No more, no more
Bounce, baby, bounce, baby
You can move, uh
Check it out
Baby, relax, sit back and chill (yeah)
Just give me a second and let me tell you how I feel
'Cause all around town you've been steppin' out
Runnin' your mouth about, what made you think I wouldn't find out?
Wasn't I there for you? Truly cared for you
Maybe my love was just too good
Could've had it good, now the love is gone
And went back to your hood with the 54-11's on
Does he lace you with the finer things? (Does he?)
Does he make you wanna scream his name?
Does he hit it from the front to back?
Did you let him break it down like that?
Should've told me the love was gone (should've told me, baby)
Never thought that you'd do me wrong (mmm)
Girl, I thought that your love was strong
'Til I saw you in another man's arms
No more shopping sprees
No more late night creeps (no, no more)
No more VIP
No more dough
We can't even kick it no more (kick it, no)
No more shopping sprees (sprees)
No more late night creeps (creeps)
No more VIP
No more dough
We can't even kick it no more
I saw you on the Ave' and I laughed
In the backseat, be spilling Henney in his lap
Thought it was me that you was all about
But I'm having doubts 'cause I see you tryna play me out
But when the brother called the crib with beef
Didn't I represent you when I caught him in the streets?
So let me get the keys to Lex and no more checks
And no more hanging baguettes around your neck, babe
Does he lace you with the finer things? (Mmm)
Does he make ya wanna scream his name? (Yeah)
Does he hit it from the front to back? (Oh)
Did you let him break it down like that? (Ooh)
Should've told me the love was gone
Never thought that you'd do me wrong
Girl, I thought that your love was strong (baby)
'Til I saw you in another man's arms (no more)
No more shopping sprees
No more late night creeps
No more VIP
No more dough
We can't even kick it no more (can't even kick it no more, baby)
No more shopping sprees (sprees)
No more late night creeps (creeps)
No more VIP
No more dough
We can't even kick it no more
No more shopping sprees (no more, no more, no more)
No more late night creeps (no more, no more, no more)
No more VIP
No more dough
We can't even kick it no more
No more shopping sprees (sprees)
No more late night creeps (creeps)
No more VIP
No more dough
We can't even kick it no more
I wanna know
Yeah, ooh
Yeah, ooh, baby
We can't even kick it, baby
I wanna know
No more shopping sprees (no more)
No more late night creeps (no more)
No more VIP
No more dough
We can't even kick it no more (can't even kick it)
No more shopping sprees (sprees)
No more late night creeps (creeps)
No more VIP
No more dough
We can't even kick it no more
No more shopping sprees (oh)
No more late night creeps (oh, yeah)
No more VIP
No more dough (oh, baby)
We can't even kick it no more (can't even kick it no more, baby)
No more shopping sprees (sprees)
No more late night creeps (creeps)
No more VIP
No more dough (I wanna know)
We can't even kick it no more (I wanna know, baby)
No more shopping sprees (yeah, yeah)
No more late night creeps
No more VIP
No more dough (things ain't the same no more)
We can't even kick it no more (ah, ooh)
No more shopping sprees (sprees)
No more late night creeps (creeps)
No more VIP
No more dough
We can't even kick it no more
Writer(s): Clifton Lighty, Darren F. Lighty, Bale'wa M. Muhammad, Edward O. Ferrell Iii
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