Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Antoniette Costa
Antoniette Costa
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Antoniette Costa
Antoniette Costa
Songwriter
Steve McKie
Steve McKie
Songwriter
Takenya TK Wonder Quann
Takenya TK Wonder Quann
Songwriter
Kayla Childs
Kayla Childs
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Steve McKie
Steve McKie
Co-Producer

Lyrics

If had a dollar every time you said this will work (I'd be rich)
Drive around in Impala explain ish first (with that chick)
I can tell by lip stained collar, more than flirt (made me sick)
Want me back now, don't bother I know my worth (like Kate Bush dick)
Or like Maxwell
Singing this fool better act well
Soon as turn my back you doing more than chat
So get your stuff and better pack well
Made our path hell, stepped out got some fast tail
Tried to say a friend, but you out past twelve Oh baby I do math well
Think that crap sells, lying to my face like I can't tell
What, you think I'm born yesterday or I'm blind?
Ever seen me read that braille?
Oh you no prize, you just some guy
You can walk I'm through
Damn, got me singing like Badu
All the crazy in the world think I'm worried 'bout you?
Dealing with a woman, not a girl, don't need probs boo
Way you walk around with that ego think you God too
Should've seen facade, didn't question what was odd too
Thought I was in love, making love in the garage too
Man you pulled the rug under feet, feel like robbed too
And you in the kitchen, cooking dinner, making cod too
Know I dodged a bullet but damn how the rod grew
But, let me be clear
Treat me like a snack but the whole damn meal
No chick badder, that's how I feel
So you can Pitupatter out the door dear
I would rather be with me
I would rather be with me
He's no prize
No real big loss
Just a hollow drum
He's a mess
A know it all
Just a pal you done
Written by: Antoniette Costa, Kayla Childs, Steve McKie, Takenya TK Wonder Quann
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