제공
Yo Gotti의 상위 곡
유사한 곡
크레딧
실연 아티스트
Yo Gotti
보컬
A Boogie wit da Hoodie
보컬
Ty Dolla $ign
보컬
작곡 및 작사
Mario Mims
송라이터
Mark Hudson
송라이터
Brian D Pickens
송라이터
Artist Julius Dubose
송라이터
Tyrone Griffin Jr
송라이터
LunchMoney Lewis
송라이터
Damian Aubrey
송라이터
프로덕션 및 엔지니어링
Yung Ladd
프로듀서
RockBoyBeats
프로듀서
Leo Goff
레코딩 엔지니어
Kyle Resto
레코딩 엔지니어
Kevin "K.D." Davis
믹싱 엔지니어
Colin Leonard
마스터링 엔지니어
가사
No, no, no, no
No, no, no, no
No, no, no, no (RockBoyBeats)
No, no, no, no (That nigga Ladd got the truth), yeah
I would take you to Chanel if you want me to (If you want me to)
Put your foot over your head while I'm fuckin' you (While I'm fuckin' you)
When you say you miss me, I can't tell if it's true
So nowadays I just lie and say, "I miss you too" (Uh)
But I only bought you Chanel 'cause I wanted you
You let me fuck you with your friend so I don't cheat on you
You always put me in my bag, that's where I'm comfortable
And then I get another bag for her
Fuck a bag, bae, let's get a bag, bae
We get money, we ain't trippin' on what the tag say
Went got the Rolls truck, you got the matching Wraith
You ain't wanna have the threesome, you want to play it safe
Now you a big ol', big ol' freak, comin' out your body
Long as I got you and you got me, we don't need nobody
I ain't gon' lie like I'm just perfect, go buy you some purses
Cover up the pain when I know you out here hurtin'
I'm tryna fast forward you, passport you, make a couple memories
Fuck you with no rubber, uh, make a couple mini-me's
Turn your ex to a hater, make him envy me
You know I'm locked in these streets 'til they sentence me (Yeah)
I would take you to Chanel if you want me to (If you want me to)
Put your foot over your head while I'm fuckin' you (While I'm fuckin' you)
When you say you miss me, I can't tell if it's true
So nowadays I just lie and say, "I miss you too" (Uh)
But I only bought you Chanel 'cause I wanted you
You let me fuck you with your friend so I don't cheat on you
You always put me in my bag, that's where I'm comfortable
And then I get another bag for her
No, no, no, no
I could tell you don't fuck with real niggas like that (No, no, no, no)
No, no, no, no
I could tell you don't fuck with real niggas like that (No, no, no, no)
Fuck being mad, I'd rather blow a bag
She said he cheated, broke her heart, she wanna pay him back
But you gotta think beyond the surface, you gotta protect the brand
Every queen got a purpose, you thinking like you worthless
Fuck the purses and gifts
Cars and the crib, without the deeds and slips
Is it really yours? Is it really yours?
I can hear it in your voice, that pussy moist
I know you think that you don't got a choice
If you want a real nigga the choice is yours
The money yours, new Porsche
Saint Laurent, Fendi, and Christian Dior (Yeah)
I would take you to Chanel if you want me to (If you want me to)
Put your foot over your head while I'm fuckin' you (While I'm fuckin' you)
When you say you miss me, I can't tell if it's true
So nowadays I just lie and say, "I miss you too" (Uh)
But I only bought you Chanel 'cause I wanted you
You let me fuck you with your friend so I don't cheat on you
You always put me in my bag, that's where I'm comfortable
And then I get another bag for her
I bought you Chanel 'cause I wanted you (I wanted you)
I fucked you with your friend 'cause you told me we was cool like that (Yeah)
Spent the bag, made you comfortable (Comfortable)
Baby, I could tell you don't fuck with real niggas like that (Oh, no)
No, no, no, no
I could tell you don't fuck with real niggas like that (No, no, no, no)
No, no, no, no
I could tell you don't fuck with real niggas like that (No, no, no, no)
Writer(s): Mark Hudson, Gamal Lewis, Tyrone Griffin, Mario Mims, Artist Dubose, Brian Pickens, Damien Aubrey
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