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Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Juice WRLD
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Jarad Higgins
Songwriter:in
Nicholas Mira
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Nick Mira
Produzent:in
Max Lord
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Jess Jackson
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
David Bone
Mischtechnikerassistent:in
Aryn Ison
Mischtechnikerassistent:in
Songteksten
[Intro]
Empty out your pockets, I need all that, y-yeah
G Money said we need all the money now
Pennies and all of that
G Money, if I don't care if you got a million all pennies, I'm gon' be counting Abe Lincolns all day
[Chorus]
Empty out your pockets, I need all that
I get the millions, then I fall back
**** chameleons, they done change for some change
The days ain't the same, **** switch for the fame
Louis Vuitton, I'm in my bag
Get high, then my memory gone, I've been hurting
I rock like electric guitars, I be raging
Count big knots like yellow pages
[Verse 1]
I run it like a race, get in the way, brodie got the aim
To blow you away, the next day, you in the newspaper on the front page
Praying for forgiveness 'cause it happened on a Sunday
Back to the cash, rack after rack, so many racks that I sag
I just bought a bike, catch me doing wheelies in the backstreet
Like I'm from where Meek Mill be
Put the dead in dead serious, you try me, then you will be
On my wrist, it's a ICEE, no, it ain't melting
Turned my closet to a freezer, AP on the shelf
Everybody doubting me, they ain't getting me no help
So all this money in my pocket, I'ma spend it by myself
[Bridge]
I bet you never felt this pain I felt
When Mama had no money, and them bills brought hell
That's when G Money hit my cell
Next day, would've fucked up and ended up in a cell
Oh hell
Fucked up and ended up in a cell
Oh hell
Ended up in a cell
[Chorus]
Empty out your pockets, I need all that
I get the millions, then I fall back
**** chameleons, they done change for some change
The days ain't the same, **** switch for the fame
Louis Vuitton, I'm in my bag
Get high, then my memory gone, I've been hurting
I rock like electric guitars, I be raging
Count big knots like yellow pages
Written by: Jarad Higgins, Nicholas Mira