That Girl Lyrics – Tyla
“That Girl” is a lively and empowering song by Tyla featuring her characteristic vocals and fusion of pop and Afro music. The composition is performed and written by Tyla and conveys empowering messages about confidence and individuality. The lyrics, created by Tyla, Bibi Bourelly, P2J, and Douglas Orcher, tell an entertaining story that features catchy phrases and makes the song relatable and inspiring to listeners. The well-produced and arranged musical composition allows emphasizing the artist’s versatility and originality of her artistry. That Girl was released on July 24, 2026, as the English-language song which features a catchy tune and powerful message conveyed through expressive vocals. Being a fusion of pop music elements and the original style of Tyla, the song is sure to be catchy and entertaining to listen to for all her fans.

That Girl Song Info
| Song Information | Details |
|---|---|
| Song Title | That Girl |
| Singer(s) | Tyla |
| Composer(s) | Tyla |
| Lyricist(s) | Tyla, Bibi Bourelly, P2J, Douglas Orcher |
| Release Date | July 24, 2026 |
| Language | English |
That Girl Song Lyrics
Whine, see me whine, whine
See me whine, whine
Who ya ridin’ for in ya top shot spot, is it me or them?
How many hours did you think ’bout it ‘fore you called in?
Knew the body couldn’t resist it, I got it fallin’
Beautiful flowers in the section just like a garden
Toss the dollars, send it in
Comma, comma, dividends
Blow some more, I’m givin’ in
Givin’ in, givin’, givin’ in
Toss the dollars, send it in
Comma, comma, dividends
Blow some more, I’m givin’ in
Givin’ in, givin’, givin’ in
Who’s that girl? I’m ’bout to make a purchase
I’m talkin’ diamonds, watches, purses
You want the AP, girl, which version?
Give that girl a Maybach with the curtains
Put on that shit to make ’em nervous
Let’s fly you somewhere with no service
Closer, come a little closer, closer, closer, closer
Closer, come a little closer, closer, closer, closer
Ah
All cheek (Yeah), type chic
Can’t satisfy me if you not freak (Freak)
Grip, get behind me, grip me tightly
Tick, every time piece is a dimepiece
Splurge, watch somebody feelings get hurt
Denim on G-string shirt
They ain’t fuckin’ with me, I swear
Toss the dollars, send it in
Comma, comma, dividends
Blow some more, I’m givin’ in
Givin’ in, givin’, givin’ in
Toss the dollars, send it in
Comma, comma, dividends
Blow some more, I’m givin’ in
Givin’ in, givin’, givin’ in
Who’s that girl? I’m ’bout to make a purchase
I’m talkin’ diamonds, watches, purses
You want the AP, girl, which version?
Give that girl a Maybach with the curtains
Put on that shit to make ’em nervous
Let’s fly you somewhere with no service
Closer, come a little closer, closer, closer, closer
Closer, come a little closer, closer, closer, closer
Closer, come a little closer, closer, closer, closer
Closer, come a little closer, closer, closer, closer
Ah