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Brooklyn Nicole
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Brooklyn Nicole
Composition
Eryanah Mills
Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Eric Sampson
Ingénierie de mixage
Paroles
I do not mind a man, staring at time again
Look at my eyes, shit, I'm surprised
Damn, call me fine again
I'm acting shy again, he got a bag to spend
Fuck being broke, cry in a Rolls, cry in a coupe
I don't date simple, I date for the ring
Most of these niggas ain't fit for a king
Baby, I'm Google, that bitch is a bing
Talk to me nice, 'cause my money is mean
He put my face on his sweater
These bitches come with vendettas
She'll blow your mind if you let her
Beauty is Fenty under his umbrella, uh
I'm in my fantasy, you got a hand to play
Walk through the door, baby, I'm yours
You cannot stand the rain
I got a soul to take, this world is overrated
Fly to the moon, get us a room, I know your truth
Hmm, hmm (you love me)
Hmm, hmm (you love me)
You love me
You don't put no one above me
We playing house, he my hubby
If my new nigga around, he my buddy, yeah
They'll do whatever for money
Sometimes, the water is thicker than cuzzy
If I do love, it's on purpose
If I do love, you are lucky
He begging me for a chance
I need a reason to do it, 'cause I won't be playing that hand
Leave me, Ashanti so foolish
It's better than what's in your pants
Know what they say
If the devil can't get you, he'll send you a man, ha
I'm in my fantasy, you got a hand to play
Walk through the door, baby, I'm yours
You cannot stand the rain
I got a soul to take, this world is overrated
Fly to the moon, get us a room, I know your truth
Hmm, hmm (you love me)
Hmm, hmm (you love me)
(You love me, you love me)
(You love me, you love me)
Writer(s): Brooklyn Nicole, Eryanah Mills
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