Directed by: Aurama Films
Director of Photography: Collin Chiucchini
Art Director: Kat Capone
Wardrobe Supervisor: Quay Smith
Stylist: Kat Capone
Makeup Artists: Tiffany Prince & Lisa Iannone
Hair Stylist: Saadiyah Rollins
Choreographer: Torey Nelson
Dancers/Actors: Tayka Bois & Paulina Vilkkavaara
Produced by: KQuick
Written by: Kat Capone
Lyrics:
I heard what you said
And you seem a little obsessed
We coulda been friends
This song coulda been a duet
I see that it's you
You're watching and clocking my moves
Can't stop what I do
And no one cares bout your reviews
You're running round talking shit
Are you really tryna test me
Why don't you just admit
That you wanna be my bestie
Gossiping bout who I'm with
Come harder to impress me
Watching stories on the gram
Study me like an exam
Oh you a fan
You ain't gotta like me I got enough friends
You ain't gotta lie to me or pretend
No time for the he said she said
We could smell the hate on your breath
Been hearing that my name's in your mouth
When you see me you don't even make a sound
Guess the cat got your tongue tied now
Don't choke on my name spit it out
Tell me why you mad
Is it cuz of my Birkin bag
I don't mean to brag
But all of my bitches are bad
Where do I begin
I know it hurts watching me win
La Mer on my skin
And every week I'm on a trip
You're running round talking shit
Are you really tryna test me
Why don't you just admit
That you wanna be my bestie
Gossiping bout who I'm with
Come harder to impress me
Watching stories on the gram
Study me like an exam
Oh you a fan
You ain't gotta like me I got enough friends
You ain't gotta lie to me or pretend
No time for the he said she said
We could smell the hate on your breath
Been hearing that my name's in your mouth
When you see me you don't even make a sound
Guess the cat got your tongue tied now
Don't choke on my name spit it out
Let me pose so you get a picture
Know my Louboutins make you bitter
I could buy you some for the winter
You can sit your ass on my middle finger
You ain't gotta like me I got enough friends
You ain't gotta lie to me or pretend
No time for the he said she said
We could smell the hate on your breath
Been hearing that my name's in your mouth
When you see me you don't even make a sound
Kat Capone got your tongue tied now
Don't choke on my name spit it out
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