Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dappy
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dappy
Composer
Lyrics
She tried take man for banter
Louis V, Gucci this like I'm Santa
(Oh)
Deep down, I know that she want me
So girl, stop with the frontin', yeah
Baddest in the black dress named Bianca
Oh, now you got me runnin' down, panther
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Oh)
Now come and put it up on me
The tings from the motherland
She bad and I'ma tell you all about it
(Let me tell you all about it)
Before I pound it, the pum, pum
She tried to make me have it
She a bad B
But she good feed
Any time I give her a bone
She in a good mood
Any time her man ring her phone
I tell her leave that alone
Let's do this ting on the sly
I'll be your ting on the side
She put her foot down, that's why I feel her
But when she actin' petty, I don't let her take the Beemer
I been sippin' Maggie, I been starin' at your batty
Lookin' thick in that trackie so let's chop and I'll soon see ya
Oh, now you're givin' me signs, feelin' the vibe
But the waistline's dead in my line, there's no denyin', uh
(Oh)
Are you really tryna waste my time?
B, I'm just tryna make you mine, whoa
(Oh)
She tried take man for banter
Louis V, Gucci this like I'm Santa
(Oh)
Deep down, I know that she want me
So girl, stop with the frontin', yeah
Baddest in the black dress named Bianca
Oh, now you got me runnin' down, panther
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Oh)
Now come and put it up on me
Yo, it started out one night, uh
Next thing, I'm your driver
Any time you text you try
Tell me it's a minor
You said you weren't
Like them girl
Look, I didn't see a future
Now I'm buyin' you designer
Look, I know we young and reckless
Boo, boo, if I were you, I wouldn't test us, aye
Even though I expected you to do me dirty
I still want you for my breakfast
You only fuck around with ballers 'cause you no play fair
You stress a young boy out, make 'em grow grey hair
Man, you got me under pressure, you love a big spender
But now that times are hard, you want me out like Wenger
(Ah)
Oh, now you're givin' me signs, look at them eyes
But the waistline's got me for life, I'll do the time
True say you ain't a ride or die
(Aye)
So you can never take what's mine
(Uh)
She tried take man for banter
(Whoa)
(Oh)
Louis V, Gucci this like I'm Santa
(Yeah, yeah)
Deep down, I know that she want me
(She wants me)
So girl, stop with the frontin', yeah
Baddest in the black dress named Bianca
Oh, now you got me runnin' down, panther
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Oh)
Now come and put it up on me
Yeah, she a gangster, gangster
Ooh, hella banter, banter
(Oh)
(Aye)
I'm a G, I'm a G but I'm cattin'
For the panther, panther
(Yeah)
Gangster, gangster
(Oh)
(Aye)
She got banter, banter
(Oh)
Look, I'm a G, I'm a G but I'm cattin'
For the panther, panther
(Uh)
Written by: Dappy