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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Zaytoven
Zaytoven
Programmierung
Plies
Plies
Stimme und Gesang
Trey Songz
Trey Songz
Stimme und Gesang
Trouble
Trouble
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Xavier Dotson
Xavier Dotson
Songwriter:in
Alegnord Washington
Alegnord Washington
Songwriter:in
Mariel Orr
Mariel Orr
Songwriter:in
Tremaine Neverson
Tremaine Neverson
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Zaytoven
Zaytoven
Produzent:in
Kevin "K.D." Davis
Kevin "K.D." Davis
Mischtechniker:in
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Swift
Swift
Ingenieur:in

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
We got money, what we finna talk 'bout?
We got hunnids, what we finna talk about
Keep that money comin' in so they can't count me out
Count me out, but money comin' in by the clip
Get an alert
Sound like brrt
When I pull up
Only got one life that's for certain
Try-tryna stay humble, I'ma work on it
[Verse 2]
Let's go, don't do no dumb shit, bitch, I'm having cars soon
I'm the type of **** fuck up a court room
I'm the type of **** nut up, don't play with me
I be bendin' your bitch butt up, occasionally
Pussy all up in the fam, we fuck the same ho
But we don't get the same dough, I'm in the same clothes
From yesterday, like fuck a ****, fuck a ho opinion
Don't wanna have no conversation, 'less a seal's in it
Yeah, built tight
[Verse 3]
Slide on a ****, get right
I gotta see what old hen like
Let me see what old hen like
And all type of shit been need to get right
All your favorite rapper didn't like
Pile up out a bitch, that **** bitch life
Treat you like blood, I'll get you real right
[Verse 4]
We got money, what we finna talk 'bout?
We got hunnids, what we finna talk about
Keep that money comin' in so they can't count me out
Count me out, but money comin' in by the clip
Get an alert
Sound like brrt
When I pull up
Only got one life that's for certain
Try-tryna stay humble, I'ma work on it
[Verse 5]
Till then, I'ma flex for my ****
But until then, I'ma flex on these ****
Until then I'ma flex with my ****
Until then I'ma fuck all these bitches
All these hoes, clerk, clerk
Get an alert
Sound like brrt
When I pull up
Only got one life that's for certain, thank you God
Tryna stay humble, I'ma work on it
[Verse 6]
Holla, ride in that Uber, got sticks still on me
I've been countin' dirty money
Got the six still on me
I like the beef a lil' different
I want ya bitch, lil' homie
I'm a boss, you a worker
It don't mix, lil' homie
Now what it is, lil' baby?
Had that woadie dropped, now that dick in ya, baby
Yeah, now how it feel, lil baby?
My finger in your mouth while I give it to ya, baby
[Verse 7]
Yeah, I don't miss, lil' baby
Cradle hold a hunnid, I'ma hit somethin', baby
I win the shits, lil' baby
Duck tape your ass I'm big bang, baby
Yeah, I wanna skeet up in ya right now
Bust it open for me right now
Talk that shit for me right now
When I beat from the back, bitch, lights out
[Verse 8]
We got money, what we finna talk 'bout?
We got hunnids, what we finna talk about
Keep that money comin' in so they can't count me out
Count me out, but money comin' in by the clip
Get an alert
Sound like brrt
When I pull up
Only got one life that's for certain
Try-tryna stay humble, I'ma work on it
[Verse 9]
Until then I'ma flex with for ****
But until then, I'ma flex on these ****
Until then I'ma flex with my ****
Until then I'ma fuck all these bitches
Clerk, get an alert
Sound like brrt
When I pull up
Only got one life that's for certain
Tryna stay humble, I'ma work on it
[Verse 10]
V-V-V-V-V-V, flick on my wrist
They hate to see me dippin' like this
They hate to see me livin' like this
All up on your TV like this
Kissin' black queens on the screen, that's a hot flex
Baby, poppin' Vicans, I feel like a Viking
Spike Lee'll do the right thing, that's the swipe thing
But I got that cash flowin', that's exciting
Next we buy this
Dick ridin', fuck a **** sister, man
Girl and the side thing
I be in it till the cops come stop me
Fuck twelve, then she love me like Al Green, yeah
[Verse 11]
We got money, what we finna talk 'bout?
We got money, what we finna talk 'bout?
We got money, what we finna talk 'bout?
We got money, what we finna talk 'bout?
Written by: Alegnord Washington, Trey Songz, Trouble, Xavier Dotson

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