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Description
Vocals: Latto
A And R Administrator: Allison Joyce
Unknown: Ben Hogarth
Vocal Mixer: Ben Hogarth
Mastering Engineer: Colin Leonard
Mixing Engineer: Don Cannon
Producer: Go Grizz
Vocals: Luh Tyler
A& R Direction: Mateo Dorado
Producer: Pooh Beats
Marketing: Tanece Moore
Writer: Tyler Meeks
Writer: Kevin Andre Price
Writer: Darryl Clemons
Writer: Alyssa Michelle Stephens
Lyrics and translation
Original
Nigga calling like, "Come home. " Why you acting like the Grinch?
Boy, you better watch your tone 'fore I show you how I get.
I buy all my friends Chanel for they birthday 'cause I'm rich. Way too player, I will never keep the beef over some dick.
Stand on business, pull up and get busy, pick a place.
Hoes ain't tryna fight, they swinging belts and pulling lace. Let that hoe think I forgot, when I catch her,
I'ma blank. Got these diamonds out the sink, shit water, hit like tank.
Bitches think they balling, but they really meringue.
Like a two-year-old in diapers, walk 'round like my shit don't stink.
Ain't got time for a hoe even when I'm on vacation. And I wish a bitch would roll up and I'ma face it.
Wish a nigga would try to spark some up, he gon' get smoked.
Man, my little nigga crazy and he ready to strike just like Lil Boat.
All this off the head, bitch, you can't name a song I ever wrote.
I told your bitch that I'm a dog, but she keep calling me the GOAT.
And we getting this bread, no, we ain't falling out about no hoe. Bitch, I'm a money fiend, if I ain't getting paid, then I can't go.
Like how he bringing in that cash so fucking fast, you niggas slow.
My brand new bitch, I rip her out the plastic, fuck her on the floor.
Yeah, he don't know if he want Lotto or Big Brooke, we both cold.
I been doing bitches greasy, this shit jumping out the stove.
I just turnt that nigga out, he eating ass and licking toes.
Y'all be bending over backwards, I don't choose, I get chose. He like, "Baby, what's your sign? " I say I'm a throat goat.
I sit on this slut like Santa and I tell him what I want.
Every day I put it on, hit the 'Gram and strike a pose.
Don't even ask me where I'm at, bitch, I'm always in my -toes. -Don't even ask me where I'm at, you know
I'm always in my bag.
I done finally ran it up, man, that's why all these niggas mad. Bitch, my diamonds hit without no flash and all my bitches bad. Pull up and
I get that fucking cash and then we do the dash.
All these niggas on me bad, is it the face or is the ass?
Took more rappers down than Funny Willie, bitches go out bad.
Bring my shit out from the back, I don't get it off the rack. If I catch that nigga cheating, then we going tit for tat.
This bitch calling like, "Come home. " Why you acting like the Grinch?
Niggas mad to see us in the game, they sitting on the bench.
Ever since I jumped up on that mic, ain't been broke ever since.
Nigga, I just walk up to a check and then my money -dance. -Nigga calling like, "Come home.
" Why you acting like the Grinch?
Boy, you better watch your tone 'fore I show you how I get. I buy all my friends Chanel for they birthday 'cause I'm rich. Way too player,
I will never keep the beef over some dick.
Pooh, you a fool for this one. Go Grizz.
English translation
Nigga calling like, "Come home. " Why you acting like the Grinch?
Boy, you better watch your tone 'fore I show you how I get.
I buy all my friends Chanel for they birthday 'cause I'm rich. Way too player, I will never keep the beef over some dick.
Stand on business, pull up and get busy, pick a place.
Hoes ain't tryna fight, they swinging belts and pulling lace. Let that hoe think I forgot, when I catch her,
I'ma blank. Got these diamonds out the sink, shit water, hit like tank.
Bitches think they balling, but they really meringue.
Like a two-year-old in diapers, walk 'round like my shit don't stink.
Ain't got time for a hoe even when I'm on vacation. And I wish a bitch would roll up and I'ma face it.
Wish a nigga would try to spark some up, he gon' get smoked.
Man, my little nigga crazy and he ready to strike just like Lil Boat.
All this off the head, bitch, you can't name a song I ever wrote.
I told your bitch that I'm a dog, but she keep calling me the GOAT.
And we getting this bread, no, we ain't falling out about no hoe. Bitch, I'm a money fiend, if I ain't getting paid, then I can't go.
Like how he bringing in that cash so fucking fast, you niggas slow.
My brand new bitch, I rip her out the plastic, fuck her on the floor.
Yeah, he don't know if he want Lotto or Big Brooke, we both cold.
I been doing bitches greasy, this shit jumping out the stove.
I just turnt that nigga out, he eating ass and licking toes.
Y'all be bending over backwards, I don't choose, I get chose. He like, "Baby, what's your sign? " I say I'm a throat goat.
I sit on this slut like Santa and I tell him what I want.
Every day I put it on, hit the 'Gram and strike a pose.
Don't even ask me where I'm at, bitch, I'm always in my -toes. -Don't even ask me where I'm at, you know
I'm always in my bag.
I done finally ran it up, man, that's why all these niggas mad. Bitch, my diamonds hit without no flash and all my bitches bad. Pull up and
I get that fucking cash and then we do the dash.
All these niggas on me bad, is it the face or is the ass?
Took more rappers down than Funny Willie, bitches go out bad.
Bring my shit out from the back, I don't get it off the rack. If I catch that nigga cheating, then we going tit for tat.
This bitch calling like, "Come home. " Why you acting like the Grinch?
Niggas mad to see us in the game, they sitting on the bench.
Ever since I jumped up on that mic, ain't been broke ever since.
Nigga, I just walk up to a check and then my money -dance. -Nigga calling like, "Come home.
" Why you acting like the Grinch?
Boy, you better watch your tone 'fore I show you how I get. I buy all my friends Chanel for they birthday 'cause I'm rich. Way too player,
I will never keep the beef over some dick.
Pooh, you a fool for this one. Go Grizz.