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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nicki Minaj
Nicki Minaj
Vocals
Blondie
Blondie
Sampled Artist
Don Cannon
Don Cannon
Programming
Donald Cannon
Donald Cannon
Programming
Sean Momberger
Sean Momberger
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sean Momberger
Sean Momberger
Composer
Onika Maraj
Onika Maraj
Lyrics
Joshua Goods
Joshua Goods
Composer
Donald Cannon
Donald Cannon
Composer
Debbie Harry
Debbie Harry
Composer
Chris Stein
Chris Stein
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Don Cannon
Don Cannon
Producer
Sean Momberger
Sean Momberger
Producer
Aubry "Big Juice" Delaine
Aubry "Big Juice" Delaine
Recording Engineer
Jack Letchinger
Jack Letchinger
Assistant Recording Engineer
Bryce Bordone
Bryce Bordone
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Donald Cannon
Donald Cannon
Producer

Lyrics

I'm always up, ain't got a ante I ball hard, don't ever owe them like Lamy Ayo, these bitches lucky that I still ain't find a nanny All of them is my junior, Sammy, uh They know I pop up like jump rope I-if the queen sleeze put a bag on it, then it's gun smoke So we ain't playin' on the internet I got bigger fish to fry, that's why I got a bigger net (Once I had a love and it was a gas) tried to play me but I shitted on 'em first (Soon turned out had a heart of glass) I stole his heart and then I put it in a verse (Seemed like the real thing, only to find) he caught feelings when I rode it in reverse (Mucho mistrust, love's gone behind) these bitches mad I did better and first When I go, I can't take the money with me Gotta keep a hitter 'round, they tryna get me, woah Who real or fake, sorry, baby, I don't know (baby, I don't know) They don't know me, but they always judgin' my life They can't tell me who to love or fuck, it's my life They gon' talk about me whether I'm wrong or I'm right I don't need no more drama in my life My life, my life, my life (my life) My life, my life, my life My life, my life, my life (my life, my life, my life) Ai-ain't no prints on the jammies But he'll still tuck that ass to sleep like your mammy I pull strings without the hammy Bunch of jealous bitches, but I know the real bitches hear me A bitch hot, come fan me A-and that ass still sittin' so I know they can't stand me Sexy bitch, but my money real manly Sealed your fate if you ever hated on the family (mm) (Once I had a love and it was a gas) tried to play me but I shitted on 'em first (Soon turned out, had a heart of glass) I stole his heart and then I put it in a verse (Seemed like the real thing, only to find) he caught feelings when I rode it in reverse (Mucho mistrust, love's gone behind) the bitches mad I did better and first When I go, I can't take the money with me Gotta keep a hitter 'round, they tryna get me, woah Who real or fake, sorry, baby, I don't know (baby, I don't know) They don't know me but they always judgin' my life They can't tell me who to love or fuck, it's my life They gon' talk about me whether I'm wrong or I'm right I don't need no more drama in my life My life, my life, my life (my life) My life, my life, my life My life, my life, my life (my life, my life, my life) Once I had a love and it was a gas Soon turned out had a heart of glass Seemed like the real thing, only to find Mucho mistrust, love's gone behind
Writer(s): Onika Tanya Maraj, Deborah Harry, Chris Stein, Tate Kobang, Don Cannon, Sean Aaron Momberger Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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