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That's How You Know (feat. Kid Ink & Bebe Rexha)

Nico & Vinz

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That's How You Know - Nico & Vinz ft. Kid Ink & Bebe Rexha (lyrics)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nico & Vinz
Nico & Vinz
Performer
Bebe Rexha
Bebe Rexha
Vocals
Kid Ink
Kid Ink
Vocals
Vincent Dery
Vincent Dery
Lead Vocals
Kahouly Nicolay Sereba
Kahouly Nicolay Sereba
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Julia Michaels
Julia Michaels
Songwriter
Kahouly Nicolay Sereba
Kahouly Nicolay Sereba
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jules Everson
Jules Everson
Engineer
John Hanes
John Hanes
Mixing Engineer
Serban Ghenea
Serban Ghenea
Mixing Engineer
Warren Felder
Warren Felder
Producer

Lyrics

You were big city living, girlfriend like Eva Mendes Until your side chick called you up Saying she might be pregnant Now you're alone and crying Inside, you're slowly dying 'Cause Magic Mike just got your key That's how you know you fucked up That's how you know you fucked up That's how you know you fucked up That's how you know you fucked up (Bebe) You were the man in college, got a degree in awesome And had more zeroes in your bank than all the Matrix coding Now you're in your mama's basement 'Cause you spent every paycheck The IRS your new best friend That's how you know you fucked up That's how you know you fucked up That's how you know you fucked up That's how you know you fucked up Ha, oh You had it going for you, moved out to California Got lost in money, drugs, and women, out for all your dollars Now Nico's unemployed and Vinz's love for coke destroyed him So now we back in Norway That's how we know we fucked up That's how we know we fucked up (oh no!) That's how we know we fucked up (hey) That's how we know we fucked up Fucked up, fucked up Uh, yeah, Kid Ink You used to be the big spender Grabbing the check every dinner Showing out to your girlfriend's best friends Just so they could wish they was with you (wait) You ain't wanna hit the club, but the pressure Got you out trying to get a table and a picture Everybody Snapchat pictures But ain't nobody trying to drive on the liquor, nah nah I been getting so twisted, tie-dye, bye-bye Think we should leave after I pay But you forgot to save cash for the valet, wait, nah nah That's how you know you fucked up That's how you know That's how you know you fucked up That's how you know you fucked up That's how you know That's how you know you fucked up That's how you know, that's how you know you messed up That's how you know you fucked up, you fucked up That's how you know you fucked up Yeah, yeah, yeah, that's how you know you fucked up, you fucked up Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Writer(s): Warren Felder, Brian Collins, Julia Michaels, Nicolay Sereba, Vincent Dery, Jorgen Sowe, Trevor Brown Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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