制作

出演艺人
Trippie Redd
Trippie Redd
声乐
DaBaby
DaBaby
声乐
Zona Man
Zona Man
编程
作曲和作词
Hunter Roberts
Hunter Roberts
词曲作者
Igor Mamet
Igor Mamet
作曲
Jonathan Kirk
Jonathan Kirk
词曲作者
Michael Lamar White II
Michael Lamar White II
词曲作者
Peter Jideonwo
Peter Jideonwo
词曲作者
Sil Van Bebber
Sil Van Bebber
词曲作者
Zona Man
Zona Man
词曲作者
制作和工程
Hunter Roberts
Hunter Roberts
制作人
Igor Mamet
Igor Mamet
混音工程师
Zona Man
Zona Man
制作人
Bacon and Popcorn
Bacon and Popcorn
制作人
Hunter
Hunter
制作人
UK24
UK24
制作人

歌词

[Intro]
(Sil on the beat, too)
Uh-uh, uh-uh (Yeah)
Uh-uh, uh-uh
[Chorus]
Can't tell me nothin', can't tell me nothin'
Can't tell me nothin', can't tell me nothin'
Can't tell me nothin', can't tell me nothin'
Can't tell me shit, can't tell me nothin'
Can't tell me shit, can't tell me nothin' (Yeah)
Can't tell me shit (Oh, oh, oh, oh)
[Verse 1]
I done asked you, "What's your name?"
I done asked you, "What's your game?" (Yeah, bitch)
Pull up in a whip that cost half a M (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Haven't known what's the name
I think it's a Celine, ah, yeah, she wanna be part of my gang
She wanna get with the team
Prolly wanna take pictures with me
Prolly wanna take pictures with Trip' (Uh, yeah)
She run out screamin' now, she 1400
I can show you how to go get some motherfuckin' money
But first, ****, you gotta want it
****, I ain't trippin' on shit, I ain't sad, I'm just bluntin'
I'm prolly thinkin' 'bout havin' some money
With me, a bad lil' bitch, long hair, fat ass, and I love it
She prolly thinkin' 'bout having a hubby (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm prolly thinkin' 'bout having a new bitch letting her hair blow (Go)
Tell her, "Put that in a hairbow" (Go, go, go)
Still selling motherfuckin' elbows (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Put that on the L-O, yeah, these **** know how I'm rockin' (Yeah, bow, bow, bow)
These **** know how I get (Yeah)
I pull down my shirt whenever I hop out my whip (Woo, woo, woo)
I had to cover my glick (Yeah), I'm tryna bake me a ****, bake him like a fish (Bow, bow)
[Chorus]
Can't tell me nothin', can't tell me nothin'
Can't tell me nothin', can't tell me nothin'
Can't tell me nothin', can't tell me nothin'
Can't tell me shit, can't tell me nothin'
Can't tell me shit, can't tell me nothin' (Yeah)
Can't tell me shit
[Verse 2]
Yeah, goin' hard (Go, go, go)
Every day, goin' hard, yeah
I got racks for days (Go), goin' hard
Grew up in them trenches (Go), you couldn't tell me nothin'
Yeah, grew up up on that block, boy, I'm mama's son (Bah)
Pullin' up, fleet of trucks like Obama's son (Bah, yeah)
I've been selling out arenas, like I'm Donda's son (Gang)
Told em' "Make a wish" like I'm Cosmo and Wanda's son (Ha)
My future bright, my heart dark like it ain't got the Sun (Ha)
I heard you're racin' to the top, boy, you better run
**** know that I'm the shit, boy, you better plunge
They like "Trip, where you get that drip?" Boy, it's one of one (Shit, bitch)
I heard them pussy **** thought that I was one and done (Shit, shit)
I'm from 800 where them choppers spray, we run and gun (Bah)
I thought a pussy ass bitch **** said somethin' (Brah, brah, brah)
[Chorus]
Can't tell me nothin', can't tell me nothin'
Can't tell me nothin', can't tell me nothin'
Can't tell me nothin', can't tell me nothin'
Can't tell me shit, can't tell me nothin'
Can't tell me shit, can't tell me nothin' (Yeah)
Can't tell me shit
Written by: Hunter Roberts, Igor Mamet, Jonathan Kirk, Michael Lamar White II, Peter Jideonwo, Sil Van Bebber, Zona Man
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