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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
G-Eazy
G-Eazy
Vocals
Starrah
Starrah
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Gerald Gillum
Gerald Gillum
Songwriter
Matthew Pearson
Matthew Pearson
Songwriter
David Claxton
David Claxton
Songwriter
Gary Rafael Hill
Gary Rafael Hill
Songwriter
Joshua Luellen
Joshua Luellen
Songwriter
Starrah
Starrah
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DJ Spinz
DJ Spinz
Producer
Walter Halvorsen
Walter Halvorsen
Assistant Engineer
Johnathan Wright
Johnathan Wright
Assistant Engineer
Jeffrey Ramirez
Jeffrey Ramirez
Assistant Engineer
Melissa Frank
Melissa Frank
Assistant Engineer
Chuma Nwokike
Chuma Nwokike
Assistant Engineer
Kyrill Bozhko
Kyrill Bozhko
Assistant Engineer
Jake Smith
Jake Smith
Assistant Engineer
Kory Welty
Kory Welty
Assistant Engineer
Dakari
Dakari
Mixing Engineer
Southside
Southside
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I got racks on the menu
She need more, shorty cash on the menu
Show some more, need that ass on a menu
Make it clap 'cause we got cash on the menu
[Verse 2]
Ooh, fuck around and order more money
Ooh, fuck around and order more
Ooh baby, we gon' order more money
Ooh, throw around and order more
Go on, throw it back 'cause I got racks on the menu
You ain't even gotta ask, shorty, cash on the menu
The way you drop and shake it fast, need that ass on the menu
Yeah baby, make it clap 'cause we got cash on the menu (Aye)
[Verse 3]
We do this almost every night, could never quit
I just did some molly for the hell of it
I'm hyphy and I'm drunk, I'm doin' hella shit
After I drain my pockets, I replenish it (I do)
She said she's a good girl, she don't do this much, she celibate
So just be careful and be delicate (Okay)
Then I fuck her so damn good, swear I invented it
I told you if I said it then I meant this shit (I do)
After we hit the club we hit the titty bar
This duffle bag that's full of ones will get me far
You don't know how lit we are
Since a boy, I been a star (Yeah)
She's ready to go, it's time to get the car, yeah (Aye)
[Verse 4]
Ooh, fuck around and order more money
Ooh, fuck around and order more
Ooh baby, we gon' order more money
Ooh, throw a pound and order more
Go on, throw it back 'cause I got racks on the menu (Racks)
You ain't even got to ask, shorty, cash on the menu (Cash)
The way you drop and shake it fast, need that ass on the menu
Yeah baby, make it clap 'cause we got cash on the menu (Aye)
[Verse 5]
I'm poppin' champagne, now I'm pourin' more
I just ran out of ones, it's time to order more
So if you want this cash, you gotta show some more
That private dance is through that corridor
I'm off drugs and a bunch of shots
After-party at my cribbo with a bunch of thots (Hah, hah)
So order more bottles, don't care what the cost (Nah)
My neighbor is a bitch, they try to call the cops (You bitch)
Fuck you, I'm livin' life
All good, don't need advice (Aye)
Pussy is my favorite vice
I see you, I get enticed (Yeah)
Them titties nice, tonight, I'ma hit it twice (Aye)
Comin' home on that Bay Bridge (Aye)
2 am, them city nights (Let's go)
[Verse 6]
Ooh, fuck around and order more money (Yeah)
Ooh, fuck around and order more (More)
Ooh baby, we gon' order more money (More)
Ooh, throw a pound and order more (Let's go)
Go on, throw it back 'cause I got racks on the menu (Racks)
You ain't even got to ask, shorty, cash on the menu (Cash)
The way you drop and shake it fast, need that ass on the menu (Aye)
Yeah baby, make it clap 'cause we got cash on the menu (Aye)
[Verse 7]
(You know)
(Uh)
(Aye)
Written by: Brittany Hazzard, David Claxton, Gary Hill, Gerald Gillum, Matthew Pearson
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