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Nada fue lanzado el 23 de mayo de 2025 por BPG/RVG/RCA Records como parte del álbum Helium
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Video musical

Video musical

Créditos

ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
G-Eazy
G-Eazy
Intérprete
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Felix Joseph
Felix Joseph
Autoría
Gerald Gillum
Gerald Gillum
Autoría
Alastair O'Donnell
Alastair O'Donnell
Autoría
Santeri Kauppinen
Santeri Kauppinen
Autoría
Halston Williams
Halston Williams
Autoría
Joseph Salvatore Tanacredi
Joseph Salvatore Tanacredi
Autoría
Suzanne Vega
Suzanne Vega
Autoría
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
Felix Joseph
Felix Joseph
Producción
Aod
Aod
Producción
MD$
MD$
Producción
Rodaidh McDonald
Rodaidh McDonald
Producción
Josh Parkin
Josh Parkin
Producción
Jesse Ack
Jesse Ack
Producción ejecutiva
Tane
Tane
Ingeniería de mezcla
Gerhard Westphalen
Gerhard Westphalen
Masterización

Letra

[Intro]
Ha-ha-ha
You know, uh
[Chorus]
I wear Prada, Balenciaga
I party when I wanna
And she can't tell me nada
No, she can't tell me nada
All I heard was blah, blah, blah, blah
Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah
No, she can't tell me nada
No, she can't tell me nada
[Verse 1]
Now what they gonna say about this?
Half a million on my left wrist, the stainless Nautilus
Too much filler, now she got a lisp
But it's feeling insane, when she sucking on this (Ha-ha-ha)
I'm having too much motion
What they put in Casa? That's a cold, cold potion
Sign another deal, now we're champagne toasting
Doors open, hyphy so Oakland
Jacket fresh off the YSL runway
You can't get this, it was really only one made
Hit her on Friday, forgot her by Sunday
She texts I need to grow up, I text her back, "One day"
[Chorus]
I wear Prada, Balenciaga
I party when I wanna
And she can't tell me nada
No, she can't tell me nada
All I heard was blah, blah, blah, blah
Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah
No, she can't tell me nada
No, she can't tell me nada
[Verse 2]
Uh, I leave a New York nine on read
If she ain't a gawk goddess, I'll turn down head
Met her at The Ned, now I've got her legs spread
When we done, the mattress halfway off the bed
Superfly, not a plane, not a bird
Drink 'til I can't remember what occurred
I know I've got a reputation, sure you've heard
Million dollar dick, should probably get it insured
Acting like a nerd, sent a six-minute voice memo, are you absurd?
Not listening to that shit, I put on "Do Not Disturb"
Now she can't tell me nada, not a word
[Chorus]
I wear Prada, Balenciaga
I party when I wanna
And she can't tell me nada
No, she can't tell me nada
All I heard was blah, blah, blah, blah
Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah
No, she can't tell me nada
No, she can't tell me nada
[Outro]
Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo
Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo
Written by: Alastair O'Donnell, Felix Joseph, Gerald Gillum, Halston Williams, Joseph Salvatore Tanacredi, Santeri Kauppinen, Suzanne Vega
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