क्रेडिट्स
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Noa Kirel
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Casey Smith
Songwriter
James Abrahart
Songwriter
Nate Merchant
Songwriter
Sam Martin
Songwriter
Samuel Ahana
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Nate Merchant
Producer
Sam Martin
Producer
Jeremie Inhaber
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Robin Florent
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Scott Desmarais
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Chris Geiringer
Mastering Engineer
Manny Marroquin
Mixing Engineer
Chris Galland
Mixing Engineer
Swish
Producer
गाने
Ooh, that's right
Okay, yeah, let's go
Don't buy me no ring, see, I got my own
All the finer things, dripping head to toe
They wanna be me, or wanna be mine
But I just brush 'em off, 'cause I ain't got the time
I'll let you hold me, you don't control me
You want it bad, bad, bad, want it bad, bad, bad
Keeping you waiting, special occasion
Oh, are you mad, mad, mad, are you mad?
You must not know who you're dealing with
Tell 'em
All the boys' necks break when they look at me
'Cause my shape too bomb, call it T.N.T.
Yeah, I got it from my mama, thank G-O-D
I'm a bad little ****, and I ain't sorry
All the boys' necks break when they look at me
'Cause my shape too bomb, call it T.N.T.
Yeah, I got it from my mama, thank G-O-D
I'm a bad little ****, and I ain't sorry
I told 'em, "I ain't got the time or the energy" (At all)
I do everything that I want, no, they ain't feeling it (Yeah)
All his exes was a Honda, this a matte black Cadillac
They tryna tell me how to move, but they know I ain't having that (At all)
Fetti, yeah, I'm having that, see money, you can't get 'em back
Yeah, I'm bad, bad, bad, it's nothing for this tag
Yeah, I'm pretty in the face, but still, a hater could get dragged
Always having my way, so, don't get hit with this tag
I'll let you hold me, you don't control me
You want it bad, bad, bad, want it bad, bad, bad
Keeping you waiting, special occasion
Oh, are you mad, mad, mad, are you mad? (Are you mad?)
You must not know who you're dealing with
Tell 'em
All the boys' necks break when they look at me
'Cause my shape too bomb, call it T.N.T.
Yeah, I got it from my mama, thank G-O-D
I'm a bad little ****, and I ain't sorry
All the boys' necks break when they look at me
'Cause my shape too bomb, call it T.N.T.
Yeah, I got it from my mama, thank G-O-D
I'm a bad little ****, and I ain't sorry, no
Written by: Casey Smith, James Abrahart, Nate Merchant, Sam Martin, Samuel Ahana

