Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Yeek
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
sebastian carandang
Songwriter
Abubakar Shariff-Farr
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Yeek
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
You shouldn't be with that weak motherfucker
I know he's rich, but he ain't a lover
Like me, I'm rich in my soul, not my pockets
I'll give you my heart and not my wallet
[Verse 2]
You shouldn't be with that weak motherfucker
I know he's rich, but he ain't a lover
Like me, I'm rich in my soul, not my pockets
I'll give you my heart and not my wallet
[Verse 3]
Ooh
Let's run away from this place, yeah
Ooh
I'll smack the cocky out his face
[Verse 4]
So what's it gonna be, girl?
Is it gonna be love?
Is it gonna be the love of money?
[Verse 5]
When it's over, just call my seven
When it's over, just call my seven
When it's over, just call my seven
Then we can have those minutes in Heaven
[Verse 6]
When it's over, just call my seven
When it's over, just call my seven
When it's over, just call my seven
Then we can have those minutes in Heaven
[Verse 7]
Ooh
Let's run away from this place, yeah
Ooh
I'll smack the cocky out his face
Written by: Abubakar Shariff-Farr, sebastian carandang