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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bryson Tiller
Bryson Tiller
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bryson Tiller
Bryson Tiller
Songwriter
Joshua Scruggs
Joshua Scruggs
Songwriter
Brian Casey
Brian Casey
Songwriter
Jermaine Dupri Mauldin
Jermaine Dupri Mauldin
Songwriter
Usher Raymond IV
Usher Raymond IV
Songwriter
Johnnie Winters
Johnnie Winters
Songwriter
Manuel Seal, Jr.
Manuel Seal, Jr.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
Jacob Richards
Jacob Richards
Assistant Engineer
Mike Seaberg
Mike Seaberg
Assistant Engineer
DJ Riggins
DJ Riggins
Assistant Engineer
Johnnie Winters
Johnnie Winters
Producer
Syk Sense
Syk Sense
Producer

Lyrics

Okay, word then (word then) He ain't workin', I pull up urgently in person (huh) Kiss through the phone first, how the tone work? I was hurt then, only pickin' up the phone for the homework They was mad when they said that it won't work Mad 'cause the drop-top crashed, it's a loaner Breakfast in the morning, Larenz, Love Jones I told her, "seven o'clock when you last came over" 2:00 a.m. now and I know you ain't sober Sleepin' alone and your man can't hold ya But baby, I can, tell your man, "Game over" Shows ain't over, the plans ain't over Wanna sit back, watch a young man take over I'm gon' ask, "Would you come over?" Movin' too fast, we could take things slower Ooh, na-na But if you knew better girl From the way it looks, you got it under control Let me know (let me know, yeah) Be honest I don't know if they fuck with you, like I do (I don't know if they fuck with you like) Like I do, tell 'em all now, tell 'em all now You don't need no substitute I got you (don't need no substitute, nah) I got you, tell them all now, tell them all now Who is that? You been soul searching Who is that? He seems so nervous As he should, I been so determined And I'm, shows over, close the curtains and I'm- No, no, he ain't knowin' this real Pardon me, I had to interfere (Yeah, it's seven o'clock on the dot in the drop-top) (And the cockblocks, not on my watch, I, I) (Wanna do some') West coast drive way (freaky), hit the high way Shawty pick the time, place, you know I'm on my way Girl, I'm here for you, ain't no question I'm advisin', it's time that I teach him a lesson You know the name B-R, why not give me a S-O-N? He don't get it with shit, baby, that's on him The crown lack luster when it's set on him Don't mind if I come take that from him And you call me as soon as you left from him Now I know why you give no respect to him This is all for the rep, baby I won't let nobody, let nobody, no, no, no, no, no I know you think it's all the same song But it's not the same song That I wrote to you (yeah) Yeah, yeah (alright, alright, I seen the plot, be honest) I don't know if they fuck with you, like I do (I don't know if they fuck with you like) Like I do, tell 'em all now, tell 'em all now Nah, you don't need no substitute I got you (don't need no substitute, nah) I got you, tell them all now, tell them all now Who is that? You been soul searching Who is that? He seems so nervous As he should, I been so determined And I'm, shows over, close the curtains, and I'm- No, no, he ain't knowin' this real Pardon me, I had to interfere (Yeah, it's seven o'clock on the dot in the drop-top) (And the cockblocks, not on my watch, I, I)
Writer(s): Manuel Lonnie Seal Jr., Usher Raymond, Brian D. Casey, Jermaine Dupri Mauldin, Joshua Quinton Scruggs, Bryson Dujuan Tiller, Johnnie Winters Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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