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PERFORMING ARTISTS
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Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Douglas Ford
Douglas Ford
Songwriter
Kiari Cephus
Kiari Cephus
Songwriter
Raul Cubina
Raul Cubina
Songwriter
Dylan Cleary-Krell
Dylan Cleary-Krell
Songwriter
Mark "Oji" Williams
Mark "Oji" Williams
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
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Producer
Dez Wright
Dez Wright
Producer
Aresh Banaji
Aresh Banaji
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Ignacio Portales
Ignacio Portales
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Patrizio "Teezio" Pigliapoco
Patrizio "Teezio" Pigliapoco
Mixing Engineer
JRich ENT.
JRich ENT.
Recording Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
BAINZ
BAINZ
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

When a whole pill dissolve Girl, tell me who you gon' call (who you callin'?) I'm ready to give my all to you (my all to you) Yeah, let's do it All to your face is yours (is yours) You ain't gotta share at all (at all) Girl, I belong to you (to you, to you) You had my back when them niggas had turned on me (turn) Something I never forget I like my bitch a go-getter, go earn something (earn something) Stay by me when I wasn't lit (lit) I had to clean up her business To show the bitch she could be rich (business) I had to cut off the bitches, get money and stay on my shit Niggas getting money, you could tell Still tryna get you out your shell Written on your face, you can't tell Crazy how you hide it so well Tell me secrets, I'll never tell Let's have a bite and move around the world Still a little sweet ol' girl Trips, trips Travel through your mind, trips Trips, trips Travel through your mind, trips (let's go) When a whole pill dissolve Girl, tell me who you gon' call (who you callin'?) I'm ready to give my all to you (my all to you) Yeah, let's do it All to your face is yours (is yours) You ain't gotta share at all (at all) Girl, I belong to you (to you, to you) Spending them racks, I do it (spending them racks) I let it blow, for sure (blow) I give her a fifty, go handle your business I got a few shows on the road (shows) I seen her little message, I couldn't reply I know it's been burning her soul (I couldn't) She holding me tight, throughout the night She told me the world is cold (it's cold) She know I'm a player, I bought her Chanel I'm showing her how this shit goes (showing her how this shit goes) Yeah, I'm showing her how this shit goes (let's go) We chopping it up, I bought her some roses We cool in the back of the Rolls (cool) I went to the jeweler, then bought her the Cuban And told her she deserve to glow Ooh, she's swept off her toes (ooh) Got blues, where you wanna go? (Blues) I refuse to let my bitch go (refuse, let's roll) Niggas be frauds, them niggas ain't fucking with me Bitch, knock it off I got you outta that loft and showed you a new luxury Thanks to the boss (boss) When a whole pill dissolve Girl, tell me who you gon' call (who you callin'?) I'm ready to give my all to you (my all to you) Yeah, let's do it All to your face is yours (is yours) You ain't gotta share at all (at all) Girl, I belong to you (to you, to you)
Writer(s): Kiari Cephus, Mark Carl Stolinski Williams, Raul Cubina, Dylan Taylor Cleary-krell, Douglas Ford Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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