Créditos
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Rich Homie Quan
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Dequantes Lamar
Songwriter:in
Julian Padron
Songwriter:in
M. Brascom
Songwriter:in
Villo Mic
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
JPadron
Produzent:in
L Don
Produzent:in
Villo
Produzent:in
Letras
[Verse 1]
Got a penthouse up by the lake
Don't let my shrunk to the sea
Got the trap house beating like they
Tryna slide on a young **** safe
Fucking four hoes, feeling like a pimp
That's a dip when I walk, not a limp
That's a forty hanging off my hip
Fuck around, get shot, y'all **** ain't real
[Verse 2]
I'm just tryna get some money
Make that money, make that money, make that money
I'm just tryna get some money
Take that money, take that money, take that money
I'm just tryna get some money
Whole lotta money, whole lotta money, whole lotta money
I'm just tryna get some money
Work for this money, work for this money, work for this money
[Verse 3]
Spent $3200 on shoes last week, bought just two pair
I'm in the big boy Presidential Suite, bet you can't guess who there
And I got like four or five freaks, said molly? and they said oh yeah
'Cause a bitch'll do anything for me put my finger and she say go well
I'm somewhere, sitting with my feet up
I'ma get it right back in Ariba
Don't follow that crowd, be a leader
I'ma school these ****, I'm a teacher
Can't fool me, ****, you see-through
I do this, ****, I'm legal
Your bitch fucking me, hollering free you
Got my stick in her face like Kiku
If you ain't know, ****, that's Chinese food
Name a crew who can do it like we do
AC blowing on a ****, I'm three cool
It's only one of me, be you
She'll run away if she get loose
And I'm on a runway sipping on juice
With my mind on one thing, tryna get some loot
When she see the top floor view
[Verse 4]
Got a penthouse up by the lake
Don't let my shrunk to the sea
Got the trap house beating like they
Tryna slide on a young **** safe
Fucking four hoes, feeling like a pimp
That's a dip when I walk, not a limp
That's a forty hanging off my hip
Fuck around, get shot, y'all **** ain't real
[Verse 5]
I'm just tryna get some money
Make that money, make that money, make that money
I'm just tryna get some money
Take that money, take that money, take that money
I'm just tryna get some money
Whole lotta money, whole lotta money, whole lotta money
I'm just tryna get some money
Work for this money, work for this money, work for this money
[Verse 6]
I been feeling this new hoe that I just met, going on two weeks
The bitch really move too fast, hoe already in too deep
She been sucking on dick too long, got black all around her knees
I don't know what type of shit she on
When she suck it, she'll make a **** scream
I won that game, ****, you lost
Bugging on two cops, stay down from the bottom, young ****
Now I'm standing on the rooftop
Got money in the shoebox
Never flex what you got
Fuck around get you shot
I got two Glocks
It's me against the world, ****, feeling like 2Pac
Who hot? ****, you not
And I needed more space, got two spots
And I don't give a fuck who you are
And I got four doors, two cars
And I'm doing more shows than you thought
And I'm on that road, getting money
Sold out shows for Rich Homie
****, ask your hoe, she know me
She was at my
[Verse 7]
Penthouse up by the lake
Don't let my shrunk to the sea
Got the trap house beating like they
Tryna slide on a young **** safe
Fucking four hoes, feeling like a pimp
That's a dip when I walk, not a limp
That's a forty hanging off my hip
Fuck around, get shot, y'all **** ain't real
[Verse 8]
I'm just tryna get some money
Make that money, make that money, make that money
I'm just tryna get some money
Take that money, take that money, take that money
I'm just tryna get some money
Whole lotta money, whole lotta money, whole lotta money
I'm just tryna get some money
Work for this money, work for this money, work for this money
Written by: JPadron, Villo