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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mariah Carey
Mariah Carey
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christopher Stewart
Christopher Stewart
Songwriter
Mariah Carey
Mariah Carey
Songwriter
Terius The-Dream Nash
Terius The-Dream Nash
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mariah Carey
Mariah Carey
Producer
Brian Garten
Brian Garten
Recording Engineer
Brian "B. Luv" Thomas
Brian "B. Luv" Thomas
Recording Engineer
Chris 'TEK' O'Ryan
Chris 'TEK' O'Ryan
Recording Engineer
Luis Navarro
Luis Navarro
Assistant Recording Engineer
Terius Nash
Terius Nash
Producer
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
Dave Pensado
Dave Pensado
Mixing Engineer
Giancarlo Lino
Giancarlo Lino
Assistant Mixing Engineer
C."Tricky" Stewart
C."Tricky" Stewart
Producer

Lyrics

It's not chipped, we're not cracked Oh, we're shattered Mariah... Hey-ey Young Money! Hey-ey Nicki Minaj! Hey-ey You're such a Barbie! (Oh na, na, na, na) Yo, Mariah, I was in a million-dollar meetin' he was cheatin' All up in the church he was sneakin' with the deacon Cat's away while the mice will play L-O-L, smiley-face, have a nice day 'Cause pop, pop, pop, there goes my rubber band So stop, stop, stop censoring that contraband 'Cause you was penny-pinchin', my accounts laced Attention, about-face I thought we had something special and we had something good But I should have had another mechanic under my hood If you see me walkin' by you, boy, don't you even speak Pretend you're on a sofa and I'm on the TV Might see me on a poster, see me at a show But you won't see me for free, boy, this ain't no promo Actin' all shamed now Wherever you been layin' you can stay now Gotta board the BBG and pull the shades down, I'm on the plane now And don't keep callin' from your momma house When I break, I break, boy Up out my face, boy (up out my face) Up out my face, boy (up out my face) Up out my face (up out my face), I break Up out my face, boy (up out my face) Up out my face, boy (up out my face) Up out my face (up out my face), I break You ain't ever gonna feel this thing again You gonna get a lot of calls 'cause I cc'd all your friends I ain't walkin' around all mopey and sad That ain't even my bag, baby, I break Mariah... So look who's cryin' now, boo-hoo-hoo Talkin' about you're missin' your boo, hoo-hoo I know you ain't getting it, I know you ain't hittin' it No, you ain't a rapper so you need to stop spittin' it Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, you'll wonder who I'm messin' with While you ain't next to me I'm going by-by-bye, so pay the consequences 'Cause you acting all ignorant So you ashamed now Wherever you been layin' you can stay now Gotta board the BBG and pull the shades down, I'm on the plane now And don't keep callin' from your momma house, when I break, I break Stylin' on them big B's with the Benz out Elevator, press P for the penthouse Top dogs, yeah, we break like tacos Roscoe's on his knees with a snot-nose They be like, "She next", Kawasaki, T-Rex Give him some Kleenex, match his little V-necks Oh, that's what he left? Let his momma pick it up Might back-up on it, vroom-vroom, with a pick-up truck That blue and yellow, yeah, that's the Carmello Jag I bob and weave and hit them with the Mayweather jab I get the thumbs up like I'm hailin' a yellow cab My flow nuts like I'm hotter than a yellow tag (Mariah...) 'Cause when I break, I break, I break And no super glue can fix this shi... When I break, I break, I break Not even a welder and a builder can rebuild this shi... When I break, I break, I break Not even a nail technician with a whole lot of gel and acrylic can fix this When I break, I break If we were two Lego blocks even the Harvard University Graduating class of 2010 couldn't put us back together again When I break, boy When I break, I break, boy Up out my face, boy (up out my face) Up out my face, boy (up out my face) Up out my face (up out my face), I break Up out my face, boy (up out my face) Up out my face, boy (up out my face) Up out my face (up out my face), I break You ain't ever gonna feel this thing again (I told you, I put, I put your stuff on the sidewalk) You gonna get a lot of calls 'cause I cc'd all your friends (I will go over every nook and cranny with a pick-up truck) I ain't walkin' around all mopey and sad (Like straight up and down, this is Nicki Minaj, if they ask about me, Young Money) They're collecting my bags, baby, I break boy Up out my face boy, up out my face boy Up out my face, I break Up out my face boy, up out my face boy Up out my face, I break
Writer(s): Christopher A. Stewart, Mariah Carey, Terius Youngdell Nash Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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