Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
DRAM
DRAM
Rap
Despo
Despo
Guitar
Rogét Chahayed
Rogét Chahayed
Keyboards
Karl Rubin
Karl Rubin
Programming
SAK PASE
SAK PASE
Programming
Shama Joseph
Shama Joseph
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Karl Brutus
Karl Brutus
Songwriter
S. Joseph
S. Joseph
Songwriter
Shelley Massenburg-Smith
Shelley Massenburg-Smith
Songwriter
Gabe Niles
Gabe Niles
Songwriter
DRAM
DRAM
Arranger
Gabriel Niles
Gabriel Niles
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Neal Pogue
Neal Pogue
Mixing Engineer
Karl Rubin
Karl Rubin
Producer
SAK PASE
SAK PASE
Producer
Shama Joseph
Shama Joseph
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I do remember, girl, I do remember
How you said I was your temper, made me feel like a contender
You acknowledge other **** who you knew was out to get you (That ain't right)
Fuckin' with the camera man and still ain't get the picture (Snapshot)
I can toss a thousand words to you like a quick band
But I'ma say nothin' 'cause I need you as my kickstand
Tired of all these hoes that be claimin' that they big fans
Soon as I'm in town they blow my line up 'bout a wristband
All access and bad sex, but head fire
Just to do the same to the headliner
Even at my own shows they conspire (They do)
Make me list my own thing, it's still quiet
But we can up the volume for the evening
And I only mean evening, by sunrise you're leavin'
You still ain't my girl, we damn sure ain't friends
So we can cut that whole "How you been?" and "Where you been?"
'Cause that's the end
[Verse 2]
Girl you know where the fuck I'm at
Plume street, off of Monticello Ave
And girl you know where the fuck I've been
On the road, tryna enlarge my dividends
[Verse 3]
I toss and turn, backwoods got burned
Many nights contemplating 'bout you
And all the complaining I do
'Bout these hoes and how I know they ain't true
I'm still mad at you for the shit you did
But not that mad, so just come to where I'm is
I've text you once but did not send
Erase what's typed, type back again
Indecisive 'bout the very next move
Fooled me once, I don't want number two
And I'm still mad at you for not handling biz
But you can still give the biz, so just come to where I'm is
[Verse 4]
Because I really can't take this shit no more
Oh, it seems that I can't win from losin'
All these triflin' hoes hate
I don't know which to be choosin'
Sometimes I turn to you
And the most times when I'm sad and blue
'Cause you know that we got history
So just come to where I'm finna be
[Verse 5]
Girl you know where the fuck I'm at
Plume street, off of Monticello Ave
And girl you know where the fuck I've been
I'm tryna enlarge my dividends
Girl you know where the fuck I'm at
Off of Monticello Ave
And girl you know where the fuck I've been
On the road, I'm tryna enlarge my dividends
[Verse 6]
Soon as, you get on the ave.
Move that pretty little ass over
To my room in the back
No words, lay back, relax
Quiet, don't you apologize
Quiet, hush up with all them lies
You in? One night of rough sex
But after I still won't answer your texts
Soon as, you get on the ave.
Move that pretty little ass over
To my room in the back
No words, lay back, relax
Quiet, don't you dare apologize
Quiet, hush up with all them lies
You in? One night of rough sex
But after I still won't answer your text
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey (I'm on Monticello)
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey (Avenue)
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Written by: G. Niles, Karl Brutus, Rogét Chahayed, S. Joseph, Shelley Massenburg-Smith
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