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
