Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
GloRilla
GloRilla
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Johnny Tyrone Carter
Johnny Tyrone Carter
Songwriter
Christian Michael Buchanan
Christian Michael Buchanan
Songwriter
Gloria Woods
Gloria Woods
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
AYOKXNZO
AYOKXNZO
Producer
Kalabasas
Kalabasas
Producer
Aaron "thank Aaron" Bolton
Aaron "thank Aaron" Bolton
Recording Engineer
Ari Morris
Ari Morris
Mixing Engineer
Logan Schmitz
Logan Schmitz
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

When they treat you like the strongest, it make you the weakest The one that always gon' come through when anybody need it I get my pride so big that if I need it, I keep it a secret So if I ever ask for help, that mean I really need it Sometimes I wanna hear I love you 'cause I really need it And if I ever said I love you, then I really mean it Used to think that love was blind until I actually seen it To cut you off, don't need no scissors, nah, just need a reason Million dollar vision, they won't see it how you see it I'm careful with my heart 'cause they won't treat it how I treat it Drop one ho and got ten more 'cause, ayy, that shit was easy But I kept doubling back 'cause they don't eat it how you eat it And I ain't asking folk for nothing, just believe in me 'Cause what I'm bringing to the table, man, we all could eat But they don't even understand how much it mean to me They ass don't even know this shit ain't just a dream to me My life a movie, it's a lot of shit behind the scenes Fuck the social sites, it's too much capping on them things Lately, I've been to myself, now I don't wanna link My eyes up on the prize right now, that I don't wanna blink Had too many bitches in my circle, it ain't fit right Them hoes all suck, but I try to see it from the flip side Made 'em stand on what they did 'cause it ain't sit right I could've did them bitches wrong, but shit, I did right I ain't fucked up 'bout no nigga, but a nigga got me fucked up He thinkin' he a player, boy, your sorry ass in trouble Livin' single and I'm happy, I ain't tryna be a couple Tryna triple all my income now, I gotta do some doubles, man Money come and go so fast, I blow it like a bubble And these bitches counterfeit, they ain't a hundred, I can't trust 'em I be gettin' it to 'em raw, that's why I'm quick, I fuck 'em Ayy, money make me come and I be quick to get some money They askin' why I ain't gave up, I got a hundred reasons It's 2020 but you gotta keep that tunnel vision Bitches two-faced, had me thinkin' I had double vision And I can't make you be a hundred, love, that's your decision
Writer(s): Gloria Woods, Johnny Carter, Christian Buchanan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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