Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Maya Belot
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Stephen Barnes
Lyrics
Maya Belot
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Streaky
Mastering Engineer
Jordan Timms
Mixing Engineer
Maya Belot
Producer
Max Margolis
Producer
Lyrics
Sorry I didn't say hi
Wasn't it you
Who said you'd come through
Declined every call
And stayed nice and quiet
I guess that you
Found your phone
Two years later
In the paper
Now you wanna know what's going on
Find sort funny
(Funny)
Whoopsy!
Now you want some money
(Money)
Get your hand out of my bag!
But grudges are something I hold
Never letting go
Bitch you know how many records I've sold?!
Have you lost your mind!
Ain't it shame
(Uh oh)
That you sent out of office replies
And now my name
(Uh oh)
Could have you flying private to Hawaï
Ain't it shame
(Uh oh)
But you've only got your self to blame
Ain't it a shame
(Uh oh)
Ain't it a shame
Tried to
Get on the list to my show
My security, were calling me
Coz trust they already know
You're the
Thought after the thought after the though after the thought
Every so called agent you know
Uh oh
And now their saying
(Ooo we love you we always believed
That you had it in you to sell all these seats)
Stop shut up!
But grudges are something I hold
Never letting go
Bitch you know how many records I've sold?!
Have you lost your mind!
Ain't it shame
(Uh oh)
That you sent out of office replies
And now my name
(Uh oh)
Could have you flying private to Hawaï
Ain't it shame
(Uh oh)
But you've only got your self to blame
Ain't it a shame
(Uh oh)
Ain't it a shame
La lala la la la
Ha ha ha ha ha ha
Nah nah nah nah
La la la la la la
(Ooo we love you we always believed
That you had it in you to sell all these seats)
Writer(s): Stephen Frederick Barnes, Maya Belot
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