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T-Pain
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Akon
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T.I.
Künstler:in
Frank Romano
Gitarre
D. "Preach" Bal4
Tasteninstrumente
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
T-Pain
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Aliaune Thiam
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Clifford Harris
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Frank Romano
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David Balfour
Texte
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Javier Gonzalez Valverde
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Mark "Exit" Goodchild
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Joe Peluso
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Miguel Bermudez
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Dave Benck
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Josh Gudwin
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Letras
[Verse 1]
Yeah, yeah, it's for all my cats man
Have you ever been in the club and have a chick run up on you
And kind of tell you to buy you a drink, homie?
I mean, it ain't what I can do, it what I will do
And attitude is everything, y'know what I'm saying?
I mean, a chick who ask for nothin'll get everything
The chick who ask for everything'll get nothing
Pain, why don't you talk to these mother fucking broke bitches
For a minute, would you?
[Verse 2]
You may want a man with some consideration
Determination, a lil conversation, how you doing, baby?
And you might want a man who just ain't straight up nasty
From Tallahassee, it's the eight to five, you're far too classy
So you might want a man who's got a job, car
Clothes, jewelry, girl, that just ain't foolin' me to you, no
Do you think that I'm that easy, shorty?
It can't go that breezy, shorty, find another dude 'cause it ain't me
[Verse 3]
Put you in a Range, buy you expensive things
It ain't me, babe, it ain't me, no, it ain't me
No way, no how, uh-uh
It ain't me, babe, it ain't me, no, it ain't me
Ice out all your fingers, take you out and make you famous
It ain't me, babe, it ain't me, no, it ain't me
No way, no how, uh-uh
It ain't me, babe, it ain't me, no, it ain't me
[Verse 4]
I know you thought you had a sugar daddy, plan to treat me like a her
Take my money 'cause I'm attracted, then kick me off to the curb
Dine in the fancy restaurants, eating expensive hors d'oeuvres
How I'm gonna let you get it all like that, when I could be lit, girl
That's my word
And if you wanna ride, then I just can't let it slide
If you plan to get me for all I got, you could start by spending the night
Otherwise let me see your head get small
'Less you're here to make the head get tall
If not, gon' get lost 'cause that ain't me
If not, gon' get lost 'cause that ain't me
[Verse 5]
Put you in a Range, buy you expensive things
It ain't me, babe, it ain't me, no, it ain't me
No way, no how, uh-uh
It ain't me, babe, it ain't me, no, it ain't me
Ice out all your fingers, take you out and make you famous
It ain't me, babe, it ain't me, no, it ain't me
No way, no how, uh-uh
It ain't me, babe, it ain't me, no, it ain't me
[Verse 6]
Hey, shorty look so good so she think I should
Throw dough to her like it ain't nothing to it
Get you whatever you like
I could, but all I be giving you tonight is just wood
Hood, to my heart, I do it, huge, and your attitude just blew it
So rude that your mentality's distorting your reality
Actually the more you speak, make me think where I'd rather be
I don't care if you higher than me, 'cause I won't sponsor shopping sprees
It's lots of freaks that I could be showing my generosity to
Boo, stop it please, I ain't that guy, you ain't that fly
Got your head up your ass, that's why all you ask for is all I deny
I do for you what I decide and I can buy all kinds of things
Go places, spend all kinds of dough
My kindness is no blindness, though
T-Pain, where you find this ho? Ha ha, I know what you want me to do
[Verse 7]
Put you in a Range, buy you expensive things
It ain't me, babe, it ain't me, no, it ain't me
No way, no how, uh-uh
It ain't me, babe, it ain't me, no, it ain't me
Ice out all your fingers, take you out and make you famous
It ain't me, babe, it ain't me, no, it ain't me
No way, no how, uh-uh
It ain't me, babe, it ain't me, no, it ain't me
Written by: Aliaune Thiam, Clifford Harris, David Balfour, Frank Romano, T-Pain