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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ty Dolla $ign
Ty Dolla $ign
Vocals
Big Sean
Big Sean
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Erica Wright
Erica Wright
Songwriter
Glenda Proby
Glenda Proby
Songwriter
Norman Hurt
Norman Hurt
Songwriter
Shane Lindstrom
Shane Lindstrom
Songwriter
Tyrone Griffin Jr
Tyrone Griffin Jr
Songwriter
Big Sean
Big Sean
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ty Dolla $ign
Ty Dolla $ign
Producer
Gregg Rominiecki
Gregg Rominiecki
Mixing Engineer
Rafael Fai Bautista
Rafael Fai Bautista
Recording Engineer
James Royo
James Royo
Mixing Engineer
Murda Beatz
Murda Beatz
Producer

Songtexte

Woo (Murda on the beat, so it's not nice) Look, bro, I told you that that girl ain't shit When you met her, she ain't even have a whip I seen her walkin' up the street the other day I bust a U and then I went the other way She want a whole lot and she a broke hoe Her credit fucked up and she don't own nothin' My nigga if I was you, I'd change my phone number And have a bitch answer for me like, "Wrong number" That girl a problem, pshh Extra like her mama, pshh Always in some drama But, damn, y'all got a daughter, I know this shit ain't easy, just Take it from me, dawg, just cut your losses That's why you fuck then cut 'em off before they stalkers Now that you really wanna leave and shake her off She gon' chase all your new bitches off 'Cause girls like that, they be nothing but trouble Girls like that, they be up to no good Girls like that always up in the club Been with some girls like that, probably more than I should She singing Call Tyrone (yeah), call him But you can't use my phone (whoa, whoa, yeah) (Brrt, brrt, hello?) You, you the type to talk in front of your honor, dishonest (whoa) For extra child support, made me out to be a monster (user) All the shit I wasted on you, time and commas (damn) You don't act like you my girl no more, you act like you my mama And I'd never date my mama, that's fuckin' disgusting (ew) But that's how I feel every single time you touch me (damn) I feel like you lying when you ask me, "Do you trust me?" (Do you trust me?) So I said, "Not to cuff you," now we talk about custody Man, you holdin' me back, knives to the back (damn) I don't even know how to react, I wish I could white you out You gon' make me go Kodak Black You had me on tap just like an app (whoa, whoa, whoa) Turned around and stunted my growth (no) And I can't adapt to that habitat Look, look, wonderin' where'd your soul go, with you, that's a no-go (no) Yeah, I'm not happy as I look inside our photos (look) Thought you was my type but you not even the proto (no way) With you, nah, I'd rather be solo with no hoes 'Cause girls like that, they be nothing but trouble Girls like that, they be up to no good Girls like that always up in the club Been with some girls like that, probably more than I should She singing Call Tyrone, call him But you can't use my phone
Writer(s): Erica Wright, Norman Hurt, Sean Michael Anderson, Glenda Proby, Tyrone William Griffin, Shane Lee Lindstrom Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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