Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Phamz
Songwriter
Nillo Miojo
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
K. Wrigs
Producer
Manny Millions
Producer
Lyrics
Cuz I be like, ooh
Tell the truth my baby, why won't you
Pick and choose, your decisions gotta move
Ain't got time for your silly little, clues
Cuz I don't wanna wait, no, no, no
Cuz I don't wanna wait no more, no
Yeah yeah
Baby tell the truth, I ain't the one that you should lie to
I keeps it real with you, be a one hundred is what I do
A sweet Latina Asian, amazing, you hella fine too
I'm with my Dutch bros, but I ain't talking bout no drive-thru
So you ain't gotta worry thinking I would be cheating
It got me hurt, cuz choosin' you, I got a thousand of reasons
Like you was there through all the seasons of me plottin' and schemin'
And I ain't finna play it stupid trading diamonds for pieces of dirt
Chasin' dreams, seeing it work, wasn't believin' it first
Praising if I make it or they wanna see me on a shirt
See me doing great and now they looking to be reimbursed
You should of thought of it across the bridge when it was being burnt
But I ain't worried bout that fake shit no more
Just wanna know if you could back it up in slow-mo
Work of art, being artsy with the photos
Andale and maybe we can keep it on the low
Cuz I be like, ooh
Tell the truth my baby, why won't you
Pick and choose, your decisions gotta move
Ain't got time for your silly little, clues
Cuz I don't wanna wait, no, no, no
Cuz I don't wanna wait no more, no
Yeah yeah
So what we doing now
Following your body, you just move it wild
Take you to the island, talking Curaçao
All these other girls, man I can do without
Cuz you the one for me, bae
You weather my stormy days
Can't wait to reward you crazy
With jewels that's gold and jade
Burmese and it's twenty-four k
And we can hit the bay but it's only for a day
So tell me what you want, tell me where you wanna go
You ain't even gotta flaunt but you getting to the dough
And I love that
You a rugrat the way you bad as hell, yeah
Ex fucked up, don't know what to tell ya
Got a tropic fragrance, I can't wait to smell ya
Tell me when to go, I'll turn Toyota to a Hellcat, aye
Cuz I be like, ooh
Tell the truth my baby, why won't you
Pick and choose, your decisions gotta move
Ain't got time for your silly little, clues
Cuz I don't wanna wait, no, no, no
Cuz I don't wanna wait no more, no
Yeah yeah
Baby I ain't got no time for games
Tell me how you feel, tell me if it's real
All these miscommunications kinda lame
Keepin' it concealed
But how you expect me to find out what's wrong
That's why I'm writing this song my baby
I ain't finna front like this shit don't phase me
We could talk about it, hit my line ASAP
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