Whatcha gonna do when your mind is blown
And your heart explodes and your body’s cold?
Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do?
Whatcha gonna say when we go our separate ways
And you see me outside with my billion dollar bae?
Please enjoy your Chick-fil-A

Wanted the fame, used my name
Bet you thought you could do that
I won’t entertain all your narcissistic ways

I won’t allow it
I won’t allow it
I won’t allow it
I won’t allow it

Whatcha gonna do when you’re feelin’ low
‘Cause I don’t love you anymore
No more (That part)
Whatcha gonna do when you lyin’ on the floor?
Changed my number awhile ago

Wanted the fame, used my name
Bet you thought you could do that
I won’t entertain all your narcissistic ways

I won’t allow it
I won’t allow it
I won’t allow it
I won’t allow it

See you walkin’ by with your dirty moustache
And your patches on your pants, and you kind of showed your ass
And I’m still the same (I’m still the same)
So whatcha gonna do when your face all broke
And you’re hot inside, lost your pride
Can’t obtain any Accutane
Should have been more proactive

Wanted the fame, used my name
Bet you thought you could do that
I won’t entertain all your narcissistic ways

I won’t allow it
I won’t allow it
I won’t allow it
I won’t allow it
I won’t allow

Whatcha gonna do?
Tell me
Whatcha gonna do?
Can’t obtain any Accutane
Should have been more proactive
Should have been more proactive

I forgot to tell you that part (Forgot to tell you)
I forgot to tell you that part (I forgot to tell you)
I forgot to tell you that part (Tell you that part)
That part, that part

I forgot to tell you that part
I forgot to tell you that part (Forgot to tell you)
I forgot to tell you that part (Forgot to tell you)

Written by Mariah Carey, Brandon Paak Anderson, Kenya Rae Johnson, Uforo “Bongo” Ebong, Rogét Chahayed, Alissia Benveniste.