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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Internet Money
Internet Money
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Nicco Catalano
Nicco Catalano
Komponist:in
Julius Terrell
Julius Terrell
Songwriter:in
Danny Lee Snodgrass, Jr.
Danny Lee Snodgrass, Jr.
Komponist:in
Rio Leyva
Rio Leyva
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Terrance Armond
Terrance Armond
Mischtechnikerassistent:in
Edgard N. Herrera
Edgard N. Herrera
Mischtechniker:in
Neek
Neek
Mischtechniker:in
Rio Leyva
Rio Leyva
Produzent:in
Taz Taylor
Taz Taylor
Produzent:in

Lyrics

Uh, wish you would talk some, put 'em on a shirt Night-night, bitch boy, closin' them curtains Money comin' in, comin' in like a current Money comin' in, that's a common occurrence I don't care what they talkin', man, that shit wrong Do it my way to the top 'til I'm on I smoke inhaler, my lungs strong Got my guys with me, we here, we on Talkin' that tough shit, we toughen his jaw Vac' 'em, we pack 'em, then seal 'em, they gone Yeah, we out West, but they East in the mornin' Yeeks in my Versace sheets and she moanin' Just a little vibe, good for the moment Smellin' the sex, inhale the aroma She can't go to sleep, the Uber at the corner Dog out that bitch, I'm a K-9, you know it Send a message, send a message Pussy talk tough, boy, we sendin' a message Take him to the shop and sharpen his edges Send a message, send a message Baby, get it straight, I'm TyFontaine I don't got time to answer the message I seen her kitty, it drown in the ocean She fuck with the tide, I see it, I notice She love the melody, sing with the chorus Drip from all over, come from different sources See how I carry it, I cannot force it Good Off-White, Chrome Hearts on us There was a time when I couldn't afford this Got right to it, spun this shit like an orbit Clippin' the navy, we ran it for 20 Made out like bandits, we came out with plenty It's a celebration, where is the Henny? Stackin' a G, but we on to the next When's the next plane? What's the next move? When you stay winnin', no option to lose My bitch know better, I know she don't choose If she did, I don't care, fell in love with the loot Send a message, send a message Pussy talk tough, boy, we sendin' a message Take him to the shop and sharpen his edges Send a message, send a message Baby, get it straight, I'm TyFontaine I don't got time to answer the message
Writer(s): Danny Snodgrass, Rio Leyva, Julius Terrell, Nicco Catalano Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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