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Muziekvideo

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Big Sean
Big Sean
Vocals
New Boyz
New Boyz
Performer
Dominic Thomas
Dominic Thomas
Vocals
Kane
Kane
Instrumentalist
Legacy
Legacy
Vocals
Kane Beatz
Kane Beatz
Musician
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brian Chase
Brian Chase
Songwriter
Daniel Johnson
Daniel Johnson
Songwriter
Dominic Thomas
Dominic Thomas
Songwriter
Earl Henry Benjamin
Earl Henry Benjamin
Songwriter
Karen O
Karen O
Songwriter
Nick Zinner
Nick Zinner
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dominic Thomas
Dominic Thomas
Recording Engineer
Vic Wainstein
Vic Wainstein
Mixing Engineer
Adam Beyrer
Adam Beyrer
Editing Engineer
Rob Chiarelli
Rob Chiarelli
Editing Engineer
Kane
Kane
Producer
Fabian Marasciullo
Fabian Marasciullo
Mixing Engineer
Gelly Kusuma
Gelly Kusuma
Recording Engineer
Jonathan Castle
Jonathan Castle
Recording Engineer
Legacy
Legacy
Recording Engineer
Kane Beatz
Kane Beatz
Producer

Songteksten

(Haters in the building)
I don't care what they say
What they say, what they say
I don't care what they say
What they say, what they say
Hello, bad bitch
Hello, hello, bad bitch
I don't like Knick
But the Irv got a **** to wear that Melo swag shit
Like, ooh, yeah, you cocky, huh?
But I bet you can't take it like a Rocky punch
Trying to get it in, get it in, get it in
Wanna let my stick hit it, Ms. Hockey Puck?
I'm hella throwed, get hella throat
I even got a big girl, call that bitch my jello bone
The way she blow, you can't see my shit
Got that Helen Keller dome
You ever been to that space museum?
Well, my dick just like that telescope
(Woo), damn (woo), damn!
That pussy for my wish list
Stop calling it kitty 'cause 'em cats be on that fish shit, ugh
She said she'll hit the team because it's worth it
She want many men, takin' shots like Curtis, bitch, ah, whoop!
This goes out for my bad bitches, raise your cups
Taking your girl, I don't give a fuck
I don't care what they say (I don't care)
What they say (I don't care), what they say (I don't care)
Everybody leave your man tonight
I swear you'll be glad that I took you home
Everybody leave your man tonight
And when I'm done, you gon' tell him to leave you alone (B-I-G Sean, ****, fuck your bitch)
Everybody leave your man tonight
OK, I make her call me B-I, bitch, I'm on my B-I
All my bottles, they be knee-high
I rip G's down, I put tree high
I'm fresh out that fucking limo (limo)
And I'm everything but sober (sober)
Break, break, break, breaking that tree
And bagging it up like it's October (whoa)
I walk in this bitch with a grip in my hand
I tell her I'm me, she piss in her pants
She shake it around and around and around
Her coochie's a plug, my stick is a dam
I found twenty thousand (thousand) and she just found my dick
So I guess we both just hit a lick
I tell her we-we-welcome, welcome to the good life
Heard you had a bad day, well, let's make it good night
If they say we ain't big, we'll turn this to a Suge night
Let's swim in alcohol and hop up on that red eye kush flight
I'm Mr. Big, bitch (I do it, I do it)
This goes out for my bad bitches, raise your cups
Taking your girl, I don't give a fuck
I don't care what they say (I don't care)
What they say (I don't care), what they say (I don't care)
Everybody leave your man tonight
I swear you'll be glad that I took you home
Everybody leave your man tonight
And when I'm done, you gon' tell him to leave you alone
Everybody, leave your man tonight (uh)
Bro, why your girl all up on me like I'm John Doe?
Hanging out backstage, waiting for a photo
Oh, you dance, but you's a gogo?
Well, shit, look, nice to meet you
Know your dude fucking up, he can't handle your model features
On a scale of one to nine, sorry shorty but you's a dime
Know your man lost, I'm not gon' hesitate to make you mine
I'm 'bout to snatch 'em up, like a food market, time to bag her up
Because I only got one night, and so we acting up
Girls get drunk, bring 'em up
So much sluts and it's so much fun
So much ass that I can't get back
So I keep on going 'cause I can't get enough
Lil' mama, where you going?
So much paper to be made
So much grinding to be taught
My girl prefer to give me brain
I must say, I must say
Yeah, girl, your man fronting
Fire flame, fire flame
Fuck with us, we all stunting
New Boyz
This goes out for my bad bitches, raise your cups
Taking your girl, I don't give a fuck (forget it)
I don't care what they say (you know I got bitches, I got bitches on deck)
What they say, what they say (I probably got your bitch in a trance, man)
Everybody leave your man tonight (B-I-G Sean Don)
I swear you'll be glad that I took you home (GOOD, New Boyz)
Everybody leave your man tonight (money ain't new, ****)
And when I'm done, you gon' tell him to leave you alone
Everybody leave your man tonight
Written by: Brian Chase, Daniel Johnson, Dominic Thomas, Earl Henry Benjamin, Karen O, Nicholas Joseph Zinner, Nick Zinner, Sean Michael Anderson
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