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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Meek Mill
Meek Mill
Vocals
Metro Boomin
Metro Boomin
Programming
Southside
Southside
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joshua Luellen
Joshua Luellen
Songwriter
Leland Wayne
Leland Wayne
Songwriter
Robert Rihmeek Williams
Robert Rihmeek Williams
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Metro Boomin
Metro Boomin
Producer
Sam Bohl
Sam Bohl
Assistant Engineer
Rick Ross
Rick Ross
Executive Producer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Fabian Marasciullo
Fabian Marasciullo
Mixing Engineer
Anthony Cruz
Anthony Cruz
Recording Engineer
Southside
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
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