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Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Luh Tyler
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Mikhail Cherednichenko
Songwriter:in
Nikita Kirillov
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Tyler Meeks
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Vyacheslav Voevodin
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PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
LANDR
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Don Cannon
Mischtechniker:in
icyboiii
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Neeckee
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prodbyshwty
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Lyrics
[Chorus]
If it don't make money, it don't make sense to me
40 on my wrist and my neck like 150
You the type of **** that'll sign a 360
Always dick riding, you act just like P. Diddy
Something like LeBron came in with that heat with me
All my hoes fine, all my bitches real pretty
It's been seven hours and my brodie still sticking
Fucking IG models you been dreaming 'bout hitting
Just made like 40 thousand, and lil' bitch, I'm not kidding
You ain't tryna get rich, pussy, I can't rock witcha
Took the roof off this bitch, sliding with the top missing
We got grown man money, man, my **** not children
[Verse 1]
Getting money while you sitting 'round chilling
I just wanna count millions, break my bank account, ****
All this water on me, I might drown, ****
Put the hoes before the money, yeah, you a clown, ****
We been smoking so much loud, I can't hear a sound, ****
I'ma beat her down, then tell yo' bitch get out, ****
You ain't talking money, broke boy, you just sound silly
He can't up that bag 'cause that **** not really
Getting money, real rich ****, baby, I can spend it if I want it
Bitch, I'm pimping, I ain't trippin', I will not fall for no woman
I'm the kid, the broke **** hate, the bad bitches love
This bitch got a whole lotta cake, I told her back it up (Ski)
[Chorus]
If it don't make money, it don't make sense to me
40 on my wrist and my neck like 150
You the type of **** that'll sign a 360
Always dick riding, you act just like P. Diddy
Something like LeBron, came in with that heat with me
All my hoes fine, all my bitches real pretty
It's been seven hours and my brodie still sticking
Fucking IG models you been dreaming 'bout hitting
Just made like 40 thousand, and lil' bitch, I'm not kidding
You ain't tryna get rich, pussy, I can't rock witcha
Took the roof off this bitch, sliding with the top missing
We got grown man money, man, my **** not children
[Outro]
Ain't no damn kids, pussy boy, we not children
We got grown man money, pussy boy, we not children
On God, ****, gang, aye, ski
If it don't make money, it don't make sense to me
40 on my wrist and my neck like 150
Ice, ice, ice
Written by: Mikhail Cherednichenko, Nikita Kirillov, Tyler Meeks, Vyacheslav Voevodin