Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
50 Cent
50 Cent
Vocals
Chin Injeti
Chin Injeti
Bass
DJ Khalil
DJ Khalil
Keyboards
R. Kelly
R. Kelly
Vocals
Trevor Lawrence Jr.
Trevor Lawrence Jr.
Percussion
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Andre Romell Young
Andre Romell Young
Songwriter
Chin Injeti
Chin Injeti
Songwriter
Curtis James Jackson
Curtis James Jackson
Songwriter
Khalil Abdul‐Rahman
Songwriter
Robert Sylvester Kelly
Robert Sylvester Kelly
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Charles Garcia
Charles Garcia
Assistant Recording Engineer
Chin Injeti
Chin Injeti
Co-Producer
DJ Khalil
DJ Khalil
Producer
Dr. Dre
Dr. Dre
Mixing Engineer
Kyeme Miller
Kyeme Miller
Recording Engineer
Mauricio Irragorri
Mauricio Irragorri
Recording Engineer
Rob Montes
Rob Montes
Assistant Recording Engineer
Robert Reyes
Robert Reyes
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Yeah, 50 I gave her books to read, fed her mind with knowledge Gave her street smarts, shit, you can't get in college She's a reflection of me 'til you know she the shit If I'm a star, she a star, If I'm rich she rich That's my dog I tell her stay she wanna go, I tell her go she wanna stay That's my dog, you a bitch Don't usually mean nothin' to me, that's right But that's my dog I go left, she go right, I go up, she go down She couldn't listen that, she ain't around So ungrateful, screamin' I hate you She must got amnesia, bitch I made you Now, just think, just think that could've been you Just think, that should've been you Yeah, with me, I share the world with you But you ain't ride with a rider so I ain't fuckin' with you Say, say, say girl, come here No, you, no, her, yeah, you, go The reason you didn't get picked Because you got your nose up your ass like you're smellin' your shit But tonight you met your match 'Cause I be smellin' my shit too, now how you like that? You could've had this dude and anything you choose And now girl you lose 'cause I ain't fuckin' with you Could've been you Shoppin' sprees, drop top hair blowin' in the wind Could've been you Livin' lavish instead it's your girlfriend But you trippin' while we sippin' in the back of the club, big tippin' Some say it hurts when you supposed to win, then you lose You were supposed to be sure, baby you was confused I had a thang for you, I had a ring for you House, cars, kids and a pet and name for you Pussycat told you I make it, you ain't believe I guess 'cause comin' up was hard, it was easy to leave Now think about it maybe I'm right maybe I'm wrong Either way shorty, life goes on When you around, my smile's a grin, my thoughts are a sin You ask me can we try again, I ain't fuckin' witchu It's on, the club jumpin', I'm tryna get my liquor and You wanna suck the dick again, I'm starin' at your thicker friends I guess I'm like Will Smith in 'Pursuit of Happiness' In my hood, we all hustle and in pursuit of the same shit Now just think, just think that could've been you Now just think that should've been you With me I share the world witchu But you ain't ride with a rider, so I ain't fuckin' witchu Say, say, say girl, come here No, you, no, her, yeah, you, go The reason you didn't get picked Because you got your nose up your ass like you're smellin' your shit But tonight you met your match 'Cause I be smellin' my shit too now how you like that? You could've had this dude and anything you choose And now girl you lose 'cause I ain't fuckin' with you Could've been you Shoppin' sprees, drop top hair blowin' in the wind Could've been you Livin' lavish instead it's your girlfriend And it ain't no other way to put it except I know you understand it girl, it's so But you see us in the back of the club Poppin' bottles and it could've been you, but nope Said it could've been, could've been you, yeah Said it could've been, it could've been you
Writer(s): Curtis James Jackson, Robert S. Kelly, Khalil Abdul-rahman, Chin Injeti Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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