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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Megan Thee Stallion
Megan Thee Stallion
Vocals
Kyle Richh
Kyle Richh
Vocals
Teena Marie
Teena Marie
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Megan Pete
Megan Pete
Songwriter
Henry Fasheun
Henry Fasheun
Songwriter
Julian Martrel Mason
Julian Martrel Mason
Songwriter
Mary Brocket
Mary Brocket
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Megan Thee Stallion
Megan Thee Stallion
Producer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Leslie Brathwaite
Leslie Brathwaite
Mixing Engineer
LilJuMadeDaBeat
LilJuMadeDaBeat
Producer
Johnny Ayoub
Johnny Ayoub
Recording Engineer
Shawn "Source" Jarrett
Shawn "Source" Jarrett
Recording Engineer
Chris Weaver
Chris Weaver
Assistant Engineer
Dominique "@Cookisdope" Cook
Dominique "@Cookisdope" Cook
Assistant Engineer
Maysin Sexton
Maysin Sexton
Assistant Engineer

Lyrics

(And if the beat live, you know Lil Ju made it) ay That ain't my bae, he really more like my bidet He like to wake up with ass in his face (ass in his face) He told me turn around, spread that shit open, okay (yeah, yeah) Only time I'ma obey (ah) Loaner, if I'm in your business, I'm the owner Bitch, and I always want smoke like a stoner Too busy tryna fit in bitches' circle Found out nobody was in my corner (ay) I'm not the one to be textin' back slow Hmm, don't let me get in that mode, ay (get in that mode) You got 'bout ten minutes tops, hmm (yeah, yeah) Then I'm finna go be a ho (mwah, ah) To death, if heart is a rock, I ain't touched 'em (I ain't touched 'em) I'm actin' like I ain't know him in public (fuck that) You probably treatin' him like he a prize (him?) Me, I treat him like he disgustin' He lyin' to me and I'm lyin' to him Fuck it, guess we both ain't shit Quit askin' me when I'ma leave my nigga Knowin' you still with your bitch He lyin' to me and I'm lyin' to him Fuck it, guess we both ain't shit Both ain't shit, both ain't shit Fuck it, guess we both ain't shit (Murder was the case when you held me down, and-) He lyin' to me and I'm lyin' to him Ah (I must begin to burn, and my heart beats faster, then) He lyin' to me and I'm lyin' to him Fuck it, guess we both ain't shit (ay) He lyin' to me when he know he ain't got to (know he ain't got to) When I'm with my nigga, I block you (block you) Been fuckin' for years, you know what it is (yeah, yeah) You know what I want when I call you (brrt) Hoes ain't spare me, why would I spare them? (Spare them?) With a bad bitch, I'm not sharin' him (ah) Ay, we ain't together, but we together I hope nobody don't catch us (ay) Every move that I make is a topic (topic) If they catch you with Megan, you poppin' (poppin') If you fuckin' me good, I'm a faucet From the back, know he wish he could pause it (ah) He ain't my only man, camera roll lookin' like OnlyFans Eat this shit up like you know this your only chance Scared I'ma fuck with your nigga, you know I can Said I'm the wettest, I told him, "I know I am" He lyin' to me and I'm lyin' to him Fuck it, guess we both ain't shit Quit askin' me when I'ma leave my nigga Knowin' you still with your bitch He lyin' to me and I'm lyin' to him Fuck it, guess we both ain't shit Both ain't shit, both ain't shit Fuck it, guess we both ain't shit She lyin' to me and I'm lyin' to her Fuck it, guess we both ain't shit Guess we both ain't shit (he lyin' to me, and I'm lyin' to him) Fuck it, guess we both ain't shit (ah) She lyin' to me, stop lyin' to me That boy you fuckin' not hotter than me Bitch, don't come cryin' to me (he lyin' to me, and I'm lyin' to him) Fuck it, guess we both ain't shit (what the fuck?) Who the fuck you was with last night? (Who?) Don't care, so you don't gotta lie (I don't) Know she miss me, she got too much pride She be missin' the way that I grip on her thighs (like damn) New hair, let me see it in person You look good to the world, but to me, you is perfect (perfect) Big butt, need you to curve it I'm in her body like I was a surgeon (surgeon) Come in, need you to work it Two twin thots in the back of the Challenger (like damn) And she mop bro cup like a janitor Late-night freak, can't fuck with an amateur (I can't) Real love, I don't get it a lot (I don't) Searchin' for love, I'm a scavenger (please) I can't fuck no thot Need me a baddie like Megan Thee Stallion (like that) He lyin' to me and I'm lyin' to him Fuck it, guess we both ain't shit Quit askin' me when I'ma leave my nigga Knowin' you still with your bitch He lyin' to me and I'm lyin' to him Fuck it, guess we both ain't shit Both ain't shit, both ain't shit Fuck it, guess we both ain't shit (Murder was the case when you held me down, and-) He lyin' to me and I'm lyin' to him Ah (I must begin to burn, and my heart beats faster, then) He lyin' to me and I'm lyin' to him Fuck it, guess we both ain't shit (Baby, baby, ba-baby) (Baby, baby, ba-baby) (Baby, baby, ba-baby) (It's a mystery, who you got me) (Baby, baby, ba-baby) (Baby, baby, ba-baby) (Baby, baby, ba-baby) (It's a mystery, who you got me)
Writer(s): J. Mason, M Pete, H. Fasheun, M. Brockert Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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