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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Moneybagg Yo
Moneybagg Yo
Vocals
GloRilla
GloRilla
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Thomas Walker
Thomas Walker
Songwriter
Robert Labraunte Gullatt
Robert Labraunte Gullatt
Songwriter
Christopher Pearson
Christopher Pearson
Songwriter
Demario Dewayne White, Jr.
Demario Dewayne White, Jr.
Songwriter
Gloria Woods
Gloria Woods
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Skywalker Og
Skywalker Og
Recording Engineer
Drumgod
Drumgod
Producer
YC
YC
Producer
Ari Morris
Ari Morris
Mixing Engineer
Logan Schmitz
Logan Schmitz
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Andrew Selchow
Andrew Selchow
Assistant Recording Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Aaron "thank Aaron" Bolton
Aaron "thank Aaron" Bolton
Recording Engineer

Letras

(Turn me up, YC) GloRilla, woo On the gang, hey (SkyDiddy) Fuck my ho', fuck that bitch I don't give a fuck 'bout none of this shit Leave me alone, don't text my phone It is what it is, I'm on what you on Fuck my nigga, he ain't shit Boy ain't good for nothin' but dick Flodgin' like you with yo' niggas Pussy boy, you with that bitch (what?) Askin' me 'bout bitches in the city that she think I'm fuckin' Look dead in her eyes before I lie, I'd rather tell her nothin' Oh, so you ain't got shit to say now, huh? Dumb ass I rather tell her nothin', smirkin' in her face (What the fuck funny?) Didn't I say change the subject? Let me know right now (what?) If it ain't no future us (why?) 'Cause, one too close to zero, got to keep somethin' on tuck (shh) She like, "Ew, you do too much" (so?) I replied, "You don't do enough" (ho') Even when we be into it, I can still pull up and fuck (uh) Walkin' straight up out the house, you say I never hug and kiss you Tryna see me every weekend (why?) Damn, I need space to miss you Know I love you, bae, our problems go away when my dick in you When I call myself tryna do shit right, here go another issue (man) Fuck my ho', fuck that bitch I don't give a fuck 'bout none of this shit Leave me alone, don't text my phone It is what it is, I'm on what you on Fuck my nigga, he ain't shit Boy ain't good for nothin' but dick Flodgin' like you with yo' niggas Pussy boy, you with that bitch All that tellin' folks I'm crazy, tell 'em how you got me fucked up Yo' mom ain't got no daughters, boy, you ain't them bitches brothers (what the fuck?) Then you told me you that knew the bitch, but you ain't say you fucked her (hmm) Ol' cheatin' ass, toxic ass, good dick motherfucker (hate yo' ass) With my man today, hmm, back outside tomorrow (yeah) I be done with him today then be at his house tomorrow I be bustin' out the windows, got 'em switchin' up his cars He won't find shit in my phone but them lil' pictures of his card Constantly bringin' up my ex and shit, he must want me to go back (huh?) I could really pop my shit for real, but I don't think he know that (can't know that) Cut that nigga off for good to show him that I'm on that And he'll never, ever, ever, ever get his ho' back (on the gang) Fuck my ho', fuck that bitch I don't give a fuck 'bout none of this shit Leave me alone, don't text my phone It is what it is, I'm on what you on Fuck my nigga, he ain't shit Boy ain't good for nothin' but dick Flodgin' like you with yo' niggas Pussy boy, you with that bitch Fuck my ho', fuck that bitch I don't give a fuck 'bout none of this shit Leave me alone, don't text my phone It is what it is, I'm on what you on Fuck my nigga, he ain't shit Boy ain't good for nothin' but dick Flodgin' like you with yo' niggas Pussy boy, you with that bitch
Writer(s): Sergio Kitchens, Chandler Durham, Javar A. Rockamore, Brytavious Lakeith Chambers, Jamichael Benson, Demario Dewayne Jr White Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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