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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Rob49
Rob49
Stimme und Gesang
Cardi B
Cardi B
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Robert Thomas
Robert Thomas
Songwriter:in
Belcalis Marlenis Almánzar
Belcalis Marlenis Almánzar
Songwriter:in
Ian Lewis
Ian Lewis
Songwriter:in
Gamal Lewis
Gamal Lewis
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Schife
Schife
Produzent:in
LunchMoney Lewis
LunchMoney Lewis
Produzent:in
Eddie Hernandez
Eddie Hernandez
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Joshua “Za” Zayas
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Peter A. Barker
Peter A. Barker
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Fuck me on that money, bitch, bitch, fuck me on that money (yeah) Nigga, fuck me on that money Fuck me on that money, man (ayy), fuck me on that money, yeah I'm playin' with you (yeah), yeah Tell her, "Turn me up," pop that pussy for me (whoo) I'm a rich nigga, I fuck you right there on that money (whoo) Yeah, right there on that money, huh Bring them blues out and fuck you right there on that money (whoo) Get your nails done, you know I hate it when you bummin' (whoo) Bring them blues out and fuck you right there on that money (whoo) Yeah, right there on that money, huh Bring them blues out and fuck you right there on that money, huh Bad hoes don't come cheap, alright Put bad hoes on fleek, alright First class flight will change your life Pussy tight, raise your price Buy you some new teeth, alright Put your smile on fleek, alright Leave 'em broke niggas Girl, them rich niggas, we gon' treat you right My bitch bad, she look just like a bag of money (alright) Every time she comin', she say can she have some money I say, "Can I get a threesome?" She say, "Boy, you funny" But you won't see me laughin', come sit that twat down on 'em hundreds, ooh Tell her, "Turn me up," pop that pussy for me (whoo) I'm a rich nigga, I fuck you right there on that money (whoo) Yeah, right there on that money, huh Bring them blues out and fuck you right there on that money (whoo) Get your nails done, you know I hate it when you bummin' (whoo) Bring them blues out and fuck you right there on that money (whoo) Yeah, right there on that money, huh Bring them blues out and fuck you right there on that money Yeah, uh, fuck me right there on that money I ride dick on my feet, I be hoppin' like a bunny (uh) I'm a freak, slut me out, you gon' see me get disgustin' I be suckin' dick from scratch, when it's soft, when it's gummy, whoo Yeah, yeah, take this pussy from me I don't want no more kids, put them right there on my tummy (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Right there on that money (whoo, whoo, yeah, yeah) Right there on that money, look Fuck me on the money (yes), bitch, we don't need no bed Put that money on me (frrr) like that nigga you want dead, look (baow) Send that Zelle for me, pick out my nails for me You gon' CC what this throat do when you put Chanel on me (aah) He said, "Okay, baby, turn me up, and pop that pussy for me" Ayy, okay, up and down, make it clap, start applaudin' Ayy, okay (whoo), turn around (whoo), bend it over (whoo), don't be boring Ayy, okay, spread my legs, tongue out, I'm Michael Jordan (whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo) Tell her, "Turn me up," pop that pussy for me (whoo) I'm a rich nigga, I fuck you right there on that money (whoo) Yeah, right there on that money, huh Bring them blues out and fuck you right there on that money (whoo) Get your nails done, you know I hate it when you bummin' (whoo) Bring them blues out and fuck you right there on that money (whoo) Yeah, right there on that money, huh Bring them blues out and fuck you right there on that money (whoo)
Writer(s): Gamal Lewis, Ian Brandon Lewis, Belcalis Almanzar, Pardison Fontaine, Robert Thomas, Spade Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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