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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Meek Mill
Vocals
Metro Boomin
Programming
Southside
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joshua Luellen
Songwriter
Leland Wayne
Songwriter
Robert Rihmeek Williams
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Metro Boomin
Producer
Sam Bohl
Assistant Engineer
Rick Ross
Executive Producer
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Fabian Marasciullo
Mixing Engineer
Anthony Cruz
Recording Engineer
Southside
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Counting up this money with my brothers
I've been counting up all this money with my brothers
And I'ma get money, motherfucker
[Verse 2]
Look at all these young ****'s flexing from the bottom
Flexing from the bottom
We just want the money, the respect, and all the power
The money and the power
Fucking up a check
Check, check, check, check, check, check, check
These bitches fucking for a check
Check, check, check, check, check, check, check
[Verse 3]
Look at all these young ****'s flexing from the bottom
Jumping out them Raris, ****, do we have a problem
They say we ain't 'bout it, wonder why they never tried us
We be flexing on the bitches and be cutting on the robbers
Fucking up them thirty-sixes with thirty bitches
No love for them dirty ****, we pouring liquor
The way we ball they know we richer, I feel like Richard
Put her on pay and forget I G like thirty pictures
Look at all these young ****
Looking like we robbed the plug, ****
I only step if it's in blood, ****
And hold that chopper like a grudge, ****
[Verse 4]
Look at all these young ****'s flexing from the bottom
Flexing from the bottom
We just want the money, the respect, and all the power
The money and the power
Fucking up a check
Check, check, check, check, check, check, check
These bitches fucking for a check
Check, check, check, check, check, check, check
[Verse 5]
Count up that money they know we balling for sure
We stack them fifties and hundreds and leave the ones on the floor
I tell her get what you wanted, I bet she coming for sure
Them bad bitches be flocking soon as we come in the door
Young Philly **** fuck a check up on your main hoe
Bust down the Rollie diamond, it look like a rainbow
I do what I want to, I go to places that you can't go
Learning in my motherfucking Phantom like a Kangol
I fuck all my bitches on the jet, jet, jet, jet
You fuck all your hoes and pay a check, check, check, check
She could bless the kid out of respect, spect, spect, spect
Let her count the money she get wet, wet, wet, wet
[Verse 6]
Look at all these young ****'s flexing from the bottom
Flexing from the bottom
We just want the money, the respect, and all the power
The money and the power
Fucking up a check
Check, check, check, check, check, check, check
These bitches fucking for a check
Check, check, check, check, check, check, check
[Verse 7]
Look at all these young ****, drug dealers
Looking like we came up on the plug, ****
Bitch, I fuck that check up in the club, ****
And then buy that bitch a bag straight out of love, ****
I'm talking young ****, drug dealers
Swerving in the Phantom sipping mud, ****
This gonna be the hit they love, ****
[Verse 8]
Look at all these young ****'s flexing from the bottom
Flexing from the bottom
We just want the money, the respect, and all the power
The money and the power
Fucking up a check
Check, check, check, check, check, check, check
These bitches fucking for a check
Check, check, check, check, check, check, check
Written by: Joshua "Southside" Luellen, Meek Mill, Metro Boomin