Créditos

Artistas intérpretes
Bryson Tiller
Bryson Tiller
Voces
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Bryson Tiller
Bryson Tiller
Autoría
Wyatt Woodley
Wyatt Woodley
Autoría
Ernest Brown III
Ernest Brown III
Autoría
Andre Powell
Andre Powell
Autoría
Troy Correa Boyd II
Troy Correa Boyd II
Autoría
William Mosgrove
William Mosgrove
Autoría
Producción e ingeniería
FIFTEENAFTER
FIFTEENAFTER
Producción
Charlie Heat
Charlie Heat
Producción
Obvi
Obvi
Producción
Bill Mosgrove
Bill Mosgrove
Producción
Wyatt Woodley
Wyatt Woodley
Producción
Michael "Black Mic" Williams
Michael "Black Mic" Williams
Ingeniería
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Ingeniería de mezcla
Mike Seaberg
Mike Seaberg
Masterización
Jacob Richards
Jacob Richards
Asistente de ingeniería
Chris Bhikoo
Chris Bhikoo
Asistente de ingeniería
Thurdi
Thurdi
Ingeniería de mezcla

Letra

[Verse 1]
Downtown Seattle on a weekend
You live kinda close, but not too close
Hit your FaceTime, are you decent?
It's nine o'clock, you either naked or you fully clothed
Why you in the club on a Thursday?
These **** always thirsty and it's full of those
Matching pajama season is coming up
How we both single?
Girl, we gon' cut it close
'Cause you bad, bad
Yeah, you fine, fine
Put tequila on pause, you drinking white wine
But Stella ain't wine, I hope you know that
You say stop making fun of you or I go back
To them stank hoes
To them girls that wear a bracelet on their ankles
To them
Instagram models
Who only worried 'bout her angles
[Chorus]
No thank you
I know what I got, it ain't an angel
But I wouldn't trade your ass for no one
Even on your worst day, I thank you
For loving me
Even at my worst, I know you loving me
On days I don't put you first, you still in love with me
Even at my worst, I know you loving me
On days I don't put you first, you still in love with me
[Verse 2]
Yeah, uh
So fucking with them bitches ain't no fair trade
Wish there was more ways to show I care, babe
Could fuck with someone else, it ain't the same thing, so
[Chorus]
No thank you
I know what I got, it ain't an angel
But I wouldn't trade your ass for no one
Even on your worst day, I thank you
For loving me
Ah
I know what I got, it ain't an angel
But I wouldn't trade your ass for no one
Even on your worst day, I thank you
For loving me
Written by: Andre Powell, Bryson Tiller, Ernest Brown III, Troy Correa Boyd II, William Mosgrove, Wyatt Elias Woodley
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