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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Trey Songz
Trey Songz
Stimme und Gesang
Meek Mill
Meek Mill
Stimme und Gesang
Diddy
Diddy
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Brandon Green
Brandon Green
Songwriter:in
Tremaine Neverson
Tremaine Neverson
Songwriter:in
Troy Taylor
Troy Taylor
Songwriter:in
Jerren Spruill
Jerren Spruill
Songwriter:in
Robert Rihmeek Williams
Robert Rihmeek Williams
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Trey Songz
Trey Songz
Ausführende:r Produzent:in
Troy Taylor
Troy Taylor
Produzent:in
Edgar Bautista
Edgar Bautista
Mischtechnikerassistent:in
Jerren Spruill
Jerren Spruill
Produzent:in
Jean-Marie Horvat
Jean-Marie Horvat
Mischtechniker:in
Anthony Daniel
Anthony Daniel
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Mark B. Christensen
Mark B. Christensen
Mastering-Ingenieur:in

Lyrics

Throw some motherfucking money in the air
Throw some motherfucking money in the air
Trigga let's go
Let's go, let's go
Let's go, let's go
Throw some motherfucking money in the air
Throw some motherfucking money in the air
Trigga let's go
Stop, pose, what's that? (What's that?)
Bend it over quick, throw your butt back (Throw your butt back)
We're from the mill, where the bucks at?
She see me spend a couple mill like fuck that (Fuck that)
She wanna ride on it like a bus pass (Let's go)
Give me smart brain and a dumb pack (Come on)
Gonna poke it out, thumb tack (Come on)
Back that ass up, I'ma front that
Knock it out the park like these other **** bunt that
Turn the music up, where the club at? (Where the club at?)
Throw a couple stacks, where the ones at?
Shout to all the women that know they got that come back (Let's go)
Girl, you got that I can see it from the front pack
She said, "Damn they be hatin' where the love at?" (They be hatin', man)
I said, "Damn there you looking like you does that"
Hair up, damn, she done brought the fuckin' bun back
(Get it, get it, get it) Lady shade, damn, bring the sun back
Be crazy, damn, bring the drums back
This your city, **** damn, how I run that
Thank God I was a singer, damn, bring the run back
(Let's go)
Hey, check me out dog
(I'ma keep it real with you)
Yeah, check me out dog
(I'm just tryin' to chill with you)
Hey, check me out dog
(I'ma keep it real with you)
Che-check me out
Hey, check me out dog
(I'ma keep it real with you)
Hey, check me out dog
(I'm just tryin' to chill with you)
Hey, check me out dog
(I'ma keep it real with you)
Che-check me out
(Mm, daddy)
You say you work hard, where you work at? (Where you work at?)
Girl I go hard, let me work that (Let me work that)
Say you got drive, well reverse that (Reverse that)
Come on, beat it up I'ma, I'ma hurt that (Let's go)
Single mama, yeah, yeah, I support that
I don't judge, baby, I ain't trying to court that
I don't play, baby, I ain't trying to score that
Talking 'bout it's real when I know someone bought that
Long time money and you **** can't afford that (Let's go Trey)
Bad bitches in the studio where I record that
Right now and I'm finna pipe down
Once I'm done with this verse shit
I'ma kill the pussy, I'ma hearse it (Woo)
I'ma fool with it, super cool with it (Uh-huh)
Why you snoozin'? I got to ooze in it
I took the panties and I put a pool in it (Yeah)
The flow stupid, so stupid
Ooh, check me out dog
(I'ma keep it real with you)
Hey, check me out dog
(I'm just tryin' to chill with you)
Hey, check me out dog
(I'ma keep it real with you)
Che-check me out
Hey, check me out dog
(I'ma keep it real with you)
Hey, check me out dog
(I'm just tryin' to chill with you)
Hey, check me out dog
(I'ma keep it real with you)
Che-check me out
Uh, check me out dog, I'm in the wrong glow (Wrong glow)
Red bottoms for the models, never out tho (Uh-huh)
Catch me ride in the Maserati with the top low (Come on)
And I get deep up in that pussy, then I'm out yo (Yes)
Bad bitch and the miles low (Yeah)
Oh that's your main chick, that's my side hoe (Uh-huh)
She a dime, she a dime, so I don't know
When I compare 'em its like a Chevy to a Tahoe
Yo trigga' where the hoes?
(Yo trigga' where the hoes?)
I'm into my jellys they like, "What are those?" (What are those?)
I got them guys jelous 'cause I'm getting doughs
She said she never seen a ghost so she was in my rose
Look it here, I'ma get it real with you (Come on)
Get it clear, I ain't tryin' to chill with you (I ain't tryin' to chill with you)
Give it here, so I can put this steel in
Now shorty bust it open for a real ****
Ooh, check me out dog (Check me out)
(I'ma keep it real with you)
Check me out dog (Check me out)
(I'm just tryin' to chill with you)
Check me out dog (Check me out)
(I'ma keep it real with you)
Che-check me out (Yeah, yeah)
Ooh, check me out dog
(Get it, get it, get it, get it)
(I'ma keep it real with you)
Check me out dog
(Get it, get it, get it, get it)
(I'm just tryin' to chill with you)
Check me out dog
(I'ma keep it real with you)
Che-check me out (Check me out)
(Mm, daddy)
See this right here, this goes out
To all the motherfucking, getting money bitches in the house
(Let's go)
Don't stop, let's work, let's rock
Don't stop, let's work, let's rock
Throw some motherfucking money in the air
Throw some motherfucking money in the air
(Mm, daddy)
Written by: Brandon Green, Jerren Spruill, Robert Williams, Tremaine Neverson, Troy Taylor
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