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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
A$AP ANT
Vocals
Lil Uzi Vert
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Adam Kirkman
Songwriter
Jamaal Henry
Songwriter
Symere Woods
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Maaly Raw
Producer
Hector Delgado
Recording Engineer
Thomas Warren
Assistant Engineer
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
Maddox Chhim
Assistant Engineer
Dave Nakaji
Assistant Engineer
Tatsuya Sato
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Yeah
Um, I just be stackin' my money
I just be countin' my money (Goddamn)
Yeah, walkin' around with these hundreds
Somebody show my opponents
Yeah, I fucked your bitch on a Monday
I put that dick in her stomach
Yeah, I turned that bitch to a runner
I turned that bitch to a runner
Yeah, I turned that bitch to a runner
I turned that bitch to a runner
Yeah, I turned that bitch to a runner
I turned that bitch to a runner
Yeah, I turned that bitch to a runner
I turned that bitch to a runner
Yeah, most of you **** be funny
Only talk to me 'bout money
[Verse 2]
Smile with my grin, now it's sunny
Smile with my grin, now it's sunny
Aye, nowadays, I'm gettin' money
Eatin' my eggs a little runny
Aye, nowadays, I'm takin' xannys
That shit turned me into a junkie
Yeah, I fucked your bitch
She sucked my dick and that hoe got a donkey
Aye, if you fight and you beat me
Pussy **** better off me
Yeah, choppers, they come with the stick
Put your ass right in the coffin
Yeah, better yet, come with your clip
Hit your stomach, now you nauseous
Fuckin' your bitch, I'm a boss
Usin' my defense, go straight through a offense
Diamonds so heavy, on ten
'Cause I swear to God, I don't do the talkin'
Raf Simons heavy on feet
'Cause I swear to God, I don't do the walkin'
Smokin' this gas, I can't breathe
That's the reason a lil' **** keep coughin'
Yeah I'm takin' these Xans, I can't see
But it's still Cartier right when I'm stoppin'
[Verse 3]
Um, I just me stackin' my money
I just be countin' my money (Goddamn)
Yeah, walkin' around with these hundreds
Somebody show my opponents
Yeah, I fucked your bitch on a Monday
I put that dick in her stomach
Yeah, I turned that bitch to a runner
I turned that bitch to a runner
Yeah, I turned that bitch to a runner
I turned that bitch to a runner
Yeah, I turned that bitch to a runner
I turned that bitch to a runner
Yeah, I turned that bitch to a runner
I turned that bitch to a runner
Yeah, most of you **** be funny
Only talk to me 'bout money
[Verse 4]
Turned that bitch straight to a runner
Turned that bitch straight to a runner
Takin' a flight to London
Takin' a flight to London
Turned that bitch straight to a runner
Turned that bitch straight to a runner
Takin' a flight to London
Takin' a flight to London
Dump at you more than Count Dracula
Callin' my style spectacular
Suckin' me off like Dracula
D magic like abracadabra
Walk in the spot and I set that bitch off
Coppin' that Ricky, no kid with the cross
I can hear you ****, you takin' the sauce
Cash money on me, my diamonds go bling
Been rockin' designer
I've been rockin' designer
Damn, Acme jean jacket
Yeah, with the Rick Owens to match, I'm fly
Yeah, um, pull out that MAC
Um, if you gon' pull on my racks
Whippin' that shit and I whip in that shit
And I stay in the trap
[Verse 5]
Um, I just me stackin' my money
I just be countin' my money (Goddamn)
Yeah, walkin' around with these hundreds
Somebody show my opponents
Yeah, I fucked your bitch on a Monday
I put that dick in her stomach
Yeah, I turned that bitch to a runner
I turned that bitch to a runner
Yeah, I turned that bitch to a runner
I turned that bitch to a runner
Yeah, I turned that bitch to a runner
I turned that bitch to a runner
Yeah, I turned that bitch to a runner
I turned that bitch to a runner
Yeah, most of you **** be funny
Only talk to me 'bout money
Written by: Adam Kirkman, Jamaal Henry, Symere Woods