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Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Kid Ink
Chant
Chris Brown
Chant
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Chris Brown
Paroles/Composition
Brian Todd Collins
Paroles/Composition
Dijon McFarlane
Paroles/Composition
Glenda Proby
Paroles/Composition
Jeremy Felton
Paroles/Composition
J. Grand
Arrangement
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Mustard
Production
Angel Ramirez
Ingénierie de prise de son
Brian Springer
Ingénierie de prise de son
Jaycen Joshua
Ingénierie de mixage
Ryan Kaul
Assistance de production
Dave Kutch
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Paroles
I told her fuck that nigga
Mustard on the beat ho
I don't know your name, but you've heard my name
I know why you came...
Tryna get that name, but you've heard my name
Girl I know you wanna be my main chick, my main chick
I said fuck whoever you came with, who you came with
I told her Fuck that nigga
We sitting in the back of the club
Table got a rope in the front (I don't know ya)
You looking real familiar, I could just be a lil' drunk
I don't know your name, it's a goddamn shame
I don't know how to explain it for ya
But, girl, I'm just saying
If you got a man back home, I don't know him
What, just keep it on the hush
Pocket full of trees, don't beat around the bush
Walk on green, I can even hear the putt
K.O shawty when I hit her with a punchline
Get a couple shots when it's crunch time
Ducking from my ex like a one time
Throw a sign when you really tryn' go
Got the car parked right at the door
I don't know your name, but you've heard my name
I know why you came...
Tryna get that name, but you've heard my name
Girl I know you wanna be my main chick, my main chick
I said fuck whoever you came with, who you came with
I told her Fuck that nigga
Nah, and you don't know my name, no
Just in case you' the feds; I don't know ya
I might'a poured you a drink
But don't let it go to your head
I know why you came
Tryna be my main chick
Passenger side when I lane switch
Top back, two seats only
Ain't no room for your friends, I don't know them
We just seizing the moment
Up all night, throw a deuce to the morning (wait)
Fly mo'fucka, everything is imported (wait)
Don't try to act too important
I know your game
You got a gang of niggas, all over you
But you all over here, on me
Girl, I ain't tryna dog ya
Bad bitch only thing I'll call you
I don't know your name, but you've heard my name
I know why you came...
Tryna get that name, but you've heard my name
Girl I know you wanna be my main chick, my main chick
I said fuck whoever you came with, who you came with
I told her Fuck that nigga
Baby, why you playing? You heard my name
I know why you came
She gonna gimme that brain so we can do our thang
Let's do that thang
What you thinking 'bout me taking you down, yeah
I can be your man when he's not around, yeah
I don't know your name, but you've heard my name
I know why you came...
Tryna get that name, but you've heard my name
Girl I know you wanna be my main chick, my main chick
I said fuck whoever you came with, who you came with
I told her Fuck that nigga
Writer(s): Chris Brown, Dijon Mcfarlane, Brian Collins, Glenda Proby
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