Ty Dolla Sign - Credit lyrics
rate meFt. Sevyn Streeter
(Verse: Ty Dolla $ign)
Now I stopped talkin' to them bitches
I did everythin' ya asked to me and more
Still ya be goin' thru' my 'gram
Trippin' when ya know them pictures old
I'm more than focused on this money
Tryna turn this house into a home
Swear ya stay focused on the problems
Girl it ain't no wonder they ain't gone
(Pre-Hook: Ty Dolla $ign)
So I say I don't care, ya say I ain't there
So I should just pack my shit and go
I grab myself a bag, ya beg me to come back
How much ya play them games with yo nigga, I'm so tired of it
Now ya can't make yo mind up if ya want a nigga
I hate to see ya lonely like these otha bitches
Ya bringin' up the past when ya know it's different
And ya know it's different, I'm just askin' girl
(Hook: Ty Dolla $ign)
Just give a nigga sum' credit, where credit is due
Just give a nigga sum' credit
Just give a nigga sum' credit, where credit is due
Just give a nigga sum' credit
I said give a nigga sum' credit, where credit is due
Just give a nigga sum' credit
Just give a nigga sum' credit, where credit is due
(Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign)
I ain't neva flirt with none of yo home girls
I could give a fuck about yo so hoe girls
I neva smoked weed in yo mama house
Unless ya sparked that shit, she was out of town
I promise to go to the grave with all yo secrets
And whateva gifts I bought ya, ya can keep it
Girl, as strong as I am you're my Venus
And after a long day at work, you're like a weekend
(Pre-Hook)
(Hook)
(Verse 3: Sevyn Streeter)
Baby I done forgot about it
I be sittin' around and just thinkin' about it
Ya do everythin' ya say ya gon' do
Want ya to know I appreciate all that shit
Even when we be arguin'
Still come before everybody
Ain't no ifs, ands or buts about it
Because what we got here wouldn't trade for nothin'
If ya gotta go, be good to yo man
Because I know you're good for it
I know ya good for it, do what ya should for it
I know yo good for it
Nigga ya are the good kid, and that's how it should be
I know you're good for it
(Outro)
Ty Dolla: That's on lock down what, like ain't no weed smokin' or what?
Ain't no comin' out of the show, ain't no nothin', ya feel me
Like we ain't ran a shower in a week
We ain't got no food, nothin', it's bad right now
Ty Dolla: No food?
Nothin', they don't let ya go to store, they don't let ya get back in unless ya for nothin'
Ya just gotta live off the state, stay in yo cage and work out
We got muscles though, we got muscles though, still got muscles
Last year, that's regular shit man, like same shit