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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sleepy Hallow
Sleepy Hallow
Vocals
Great John
Great John
Programming
TLC
TLC
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tegan Chambers
Tegan Chambers
Songwriter
Johnathan Scott
Johnathan Scott
Songwriter
Karel Jorge
Karel Jorge
Songwriter
Jeremy Soto
Jeremy Soto
Songwriter
Briggs Kevin
Briggs Kevin
Songwriter
Kandi Burruss
Kandi Burruss
Songwriter
Tameka Cottle
Tameka Cottle
Songwriter
Lisa "Left Eye" Lopes
Lisa "Left Eye" Lopes
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Great John
Great John
Producer
Boone McElroy
Boone McElroy
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

She don't want no scrub nigga (Great John on the beat, by the way) Look, look She said she don't want no scrub nigga But since we got a bag, she been tryna fuck with us She stuck up on the gang like a sticker She wants some Insta' fame, we just tryna get richer She said like, "Ooo, what's up, let me kick it wit' you" Look, I'm with the gang, who you bringing wit' you? And I ain't tryna know your name, I ain't tryna kiss you Look and after this, I might just forget you Look, she like, "When you finna pull up on me, hit it off" She said she want some Fendi, Chanel, and Louis Vuitton Her man mad, said he tryna get it on I got a choppa on me, don't get hit up for a broad Her best friend know all the words to my songs She said she fell in love, said she finna get involved These bitches pick and choose, and that's why they gettin' tossed They hate to see me win, they love to see me take a loss And I know she don't really really fuck with me She seen a lil' cash and now she's claiming that she stuck wit' me I be in the cut like a buck 50 Shorty never held me down so she's never gettin' up wit' me Look, she said she don't want no scrub nigga But since we got a bag, she been tryna fuck with us She stuck up on the gang like a sticker She wants some Insta' fame, we just tryna get richer She said like, "Ooo, what's up, let me kick it wit' you" Look, I'm with the gang, who you bringing wit' you? And I ain't tryna know your name, I ain't tryna kiss you Look and after this, I might just forget you Yeah, yeah, she get lit and she gon' let me hit The type to run yo' pockets tryna make you spend a brick You ever seen her dance, she do better on a dick I pulled up with my mans and she pulled up with a bitch I know they only want me 'cause they heard I'm getting rich She loves to send me pictures of her ass and her tits My cuzzo said he clicked, said he met her on the strip So I know she be hoeing, I know she gon' do the clique So fuck it, I ain't loving, I'ma sit and take a sip I'm counting up these hunnids, I ain't worried 'bout a bitch Look, fuck it, I ain't loving, I'ma sit and take a sip I'm counting up these hunnids, I ain't worried 'bout a bitch Look, she said she don't want no scrub nigga But since we got a bag, she been tryna fuck with us She stuck up on the gang like a sticker She wants some Insta' fame, we just tryna get richer She said like, "Ooo, what's up, let me kick it wit' you" Look, I'm with the gang, who you bringing wit' you? And I ain't tryna know your name, I ain't tryna kiss you Look and after this, I might just forget you
Writer(s): Kandi Burruss, Tameka Cottle, Kevin Briggs, Jeremy Soto, Johnathan Scott, Karel Jorge, Tegan Chambers Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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