Crediti
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tanner Adell
Vocals
Willie Jones
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tanner Adell
Songwriter
Derrick Southerland
Songwriter
Cameron Bartolini
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Cameron Bartolini
Producer
Testi
[Verse 1]
I held on longer than I should have
I drove it straight into ground
Well, now I'm sick of all your whining
Yeah, I'm sick of breaking down
[Verse 2]
I'm trading in, trading up
Moving on, moving up
It ain't ever cheap to let them go
(It ain't ever cheap to let them go)
A broken heart'll break the bank
But credit cards can buy some change
Maxing out the platinum and the gold, yeah
[Verse 3]
So I got a new truck, new puppy
Hot phö, credit eight hundred
Loubouts, Gucc' sunnies
Don't need sugar, I got my own honey
[Verse 4]
You said that roses were expensive (Expensive)
I bought a hundred for myself
Just to prove that I'm worth it (Worth it)
And I don't need nobody else
[Verse 5]
I'm trading in, trading up
Moving on, moving up
It ain't ever cheap to let them go
(It ain't ever cheap to let them go)
A broken heart'll break the bank
Credit cards can buy some change
Maxing out the platinum and the gold, yeah
[Verse 6]
So I gotta new truck, dune buggies
Souped up, credit eight hundred
Red bottoms, play bunnies
Don't need daddy, I got my own money
[Verse 7]
Dripping, leaving, puddles, gonna need some rubber boots
Spending like it's nothing, like I'm 'bout to cop a coupe
Dipped in butter, cheddar buiscuit, lobster in the booth (Yeah)
Gripping leather, whipping Rover, sipping Bullet Proof (Yeah)
[Verse 8]
Ladies, if your car has more than a hundred thousand miles
And your man makes less than a hundred thousand dollars
You know what you gotta do
[Verse 9]
Girl, trade him in, trade him up
Move him out and move on up
It ain't ever cheap to let them go
(It ain't ever cheap to let them go)
A broken heart'll break the bank
But credit cards can buy some change
Maxing out the platinum and the gold, yeah
[Verse 10]
So I got a new truck, new puppy
Hot phö, credit eight hundred
Red bottoms, play bunnies
Don't need sugar, I got my own honey
[Verse 11]
Dripping, leaving, puddles, gonna need some rubber boots
Spending like it's nothing, like I'm 'bout to cop a coupe
Dipped in butter, cheddar buiscuit, lobster in the booth (In the booth)
Gripping leather, whipping Rover, sipping Bullet Proof (Yeah, baby)
Written by: Cameron Bartolini, Derrick Southerland, Tanner Adell