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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nicki Minaj
Vocals
Blondie
Sampled Artist
Don Cannon
Programming
Donald Cannon
Programming
Sean Momberger
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sean Momberger
Composer
Onika Maraj
Lyrics
Joshua Goods
Composer
Debbie Harry
Composer
Chris Stein
Composer
Donald Cannon
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Don Cannon
Producer
Sean Momberger
Producer
Aubry "Big Juice" Delaine
Recording Engineer
Jack Letchinger
Assistant Recording Engineer
Bryce Bordone
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Donald Cannon
Producer
Lyrics
I'm always up, ain't got a ante
I ball hard, don't ever owe them like Lamy
Ayo, these bitches lucky that I still ain't find a nanny
All of them is my junior, Sammy, uh
They know I pop up like jump rope
I-if the queen sleeze put a bag on it, then it's gun smoke
So we ain't playin' on the internet
I got bigger fish to fry, that's why I got a bigger net
(Once I had a love and it was a gas) tried to play me but I shitted on 'em first
(Soon turned out had a heart of glass) I stole his heart and then I put it in a verse
(Seemed like the real thing, only to find) he caught feelings when I rode it in reverse
(Mucho mistrust, love's gone behind) these bitches mad I did better and first
When I go, I can't take the money with me
Gotta keep a hitter 'round, they tryna get me, woah
Who real or fake, sorry, baby, I don't know (baby, I don't know)
They don't know me, but they always judgin' my life
They can't tell me who to love or fuck, it's my life
They gon' talk about me whether I'm wrong or I'm right
I don't need no more drama in my life
My life, my life, my life (my life)
My life, my life, my life
My life, my life, my life (my life, my life, my life)
Ai-ain't no prints on the jammies
But he'll still tuck that ass to sleep like your mammy
I pull strings without the hammy
Bunch of jealous bitches, but I know the real bitches hear me
A bitch hot, come fan me
A-and that ass still sittin' so I know they can't stand me
Sexy bitch, but my money real manly
Sealed your fate if you ever hated on the family (mm)
(Once I had a love and it was a gas) tried to play me but I shitted on 'em first
(Soon turned out, had a heart of glass) I stole his heart and then I put it in a verse
(Seemed like the real thing, only to find) he caught feelings when I rode it in reverse
(Mucho mistrust, love's gone behind) the bitches mad I did better and first
When I go, I can't take the money with me
Gotta keep a hitter 'round, they tryna get me, woah
Who real or fake, sorry, baby, I don't know (baby, I don't know)
They don't know me but they always judgin' my life
They can't tell me who to love or fuck, it's my life
They gon' talk about me whether I'm wrong or I'm right
I don't need no more drama in my life
My life, my life, my life (my life)
My life, my life, my life
My life, my life, my life (my life, my life, my life)
Once I had a love and it was a gas
Soon turned out had a heart of glass
Seemed like the real thing, only to find
Mucho mistrust, love's gone behind
Writer(s): Onika Tanya Maraj, Deborah Harry, Chris Stein, Tate Kobang, Don Cannon, Sean Aaron Momberger
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