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Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Money Man
Stimme und Gesang
310babii
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Tysen Jay Bolding
Songwriter:in
Kameron Milner
Songwriter:in
Maurice Darnell Ivory
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Reece Beats
Produzent:in
Ghazi
Mischtechniker:in
Sean Sauce Chapman
Mischtechniker:in
Nicolas De Porcel
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Demitrius Lewis II
Mastering-Ingenieurassistent:in
Lyrics
[Intro]
Reece take 'em to church
[Verse 1]
Havin' pape
Burn you like a vapor, at Niku eatin' steak
Had that Louis sweatsuit last week, lil' ****, you too late
Rollin' Za up out the bag, damn, it got me feelin' great
Had to walk up out the Gucci, told them bitches I can't wait
Oh my god, where her stomach? She ain't got no fuckin' waist
Bottle service in the club, they gon' bring 'em by the case
Walked in Prada, spent a dub, you should've seen them ****' face
I be slangin' out the hub, I got shrooms and them plates
Margaritas, she done ordered four, bring another two
She gon' turn up for the gang, she gon' fuck the whole crew
I'ma turn up for the gang, I'ma send a hitter through
I'ma go and cop the Range and another white suit
[Chorus]
Want tequila and them cocktails, shawty like to drink
Hair laid and her nails did, bitches love to hate
I be walkin' up to Chase, I be tearin' up the bank
Pull up in that double R with the matte black paint
On them shrooms and that Clase Azul, shawty like to sip
In the cut, I just keep it cool, I make money flip
She a freak, fuck I look like goin' to kiss her on the lips
Drink wit' me, I don't even need no chaser in my shit
[Verse 2]
**** thinkin' life's a game like it's Hasbro
**** had dough but ain't got cash, now they back broke
Balenciaga jacket, black is lookin' like a trash bag
Been addin' hunnids up, when I was in school, I ain't like math
Called my homie up, said, "Where you at?" He in the trap
Finna take a trip to ATL, they said, that's where it's at
Hellstar hat, Goyard backpack
I remember y'all were laughin', now y'all broke, y'all lookin' bad, huh?
[Verse 3]
I'm killin' every beat
Hottest **** out, these **** can't stand next to me
He swear to God that she was untouchable, she neckin' me
I'm the shit, definitely
I'm locked in, I'm doin' me, this my destiny, ****
[Outro]
Want tequila and them cocktails, shawty like to drink
Hair laid and her nails did, bitches love to hate
I be walkin' up to Chase, I be tearin' up the bank
Pull up in that double R with the matte black paint
Written by: Kameron Milner, Maurice Darnell Ivory Produced By: Reece Beats, Tysen Jay Bolding