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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bryson Tiller
Bryson Tiller
Vocals
Big Sean
Big Sean
Sampled Artist
Eminem
Eminem
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bryson Tiller
Bryson Tiller
Songwriter
Matthew Jehu Samuels
Matthew Jehu Samuels
Songwriter
Ramon Ibanga
Ramon Ibanga
Songwriter
Mahxie
Mahxie
Songwriter
Rob Holladay
Rob Holladay
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Michael "Black Mic" Williams
Michael "Black Mic" Williams
Engineer
Fabian Marasciullo
Fabian Marasciullo
Mixing Engineer
Matthew Jehu Samuels
Matthew Jehu Samuels
Producer
McCoy Socalgargoyle
McCoy Socalgargoyle
Assistant Mixing Engineer
!llmind
!llmind
Producer
Rob Holladay
Rob Holladay
Producer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Mahxie
Mahxie
Producer
Pro Logic
Pro Logic
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Hey
Goddamn, goddamn
Hey (God)
Hey
Oh, yeah, haha, yeah, yeah, true
[Verse 2]
Money, money, power, I need checks in every week
Four Seasons, ****, I need breakfast in my suite
**** don't make money when they disrespecting me
You would think they got a check
The way they checking for me, no
[Verse 3]
Every time you see me, I'm in go mode
**** ain't 'bout to charge up, blowin' smoke (Smoke)
When I drop a few **** is goin' ghost
You gassed up thinkin' we go toe-to-toe
Aye, I'm bout to go Kanye West on ****
You know I care less if I upset some ****
Hey, supposedly I've been in debt with ****
Fuck 'em, I ain't writin' out no check for ****
[Verse 4]
My lawyer check them ****
Said don't sweat them ****
Order lobster for breakfast and dinner
He talkin' wild, I said objection, ****
You a lame, get up out my section, ****
Hey, he throwin' shade, I don't play fetch with ****
Yeah, big money, still I rarely flex on ****
Don't need attention, just respect from ****
Oh no, all I really need is, need is
[Verse 5]
Money, money, power, I need checks in every week
Four Seasons, ****, I need breakfast in my suite
**** don't make money when they disrespecting me
You would think they got a check
The way they checking for me, I need
[Verse 6]
Money, money, power, I need checks in every week
Four Seasons, ****, I need breakfast in my suite (Suite)
**** don't make money when they disrespecting me
You would think they got a check
The way they checking for me, no
[Verse 7]
No way, that's okay, that's okay, oh, I come a long way
Yeah and it's been a while since I clocked in
Came out on top and shawty tell me I'm poppin'
Might miss a concoction, yeah, pour me a drink up
When these **** start wildin'
Yeah, you the one that I think of
And God, He the only one thing keepin'
You **** from gettin' sprayed up
For my daughter, I'm gangster
For a dollar, you a traitor (Traitor, traitor, traitor)
You got money problems, I'm sorry (Hey)
Ain't no money problems ever stop me (Never)
I just treat a prayer like a hobby
And then I prosper to godspeed and it got me
[Verse 8]
Money, money, power, I need checks in every week
Four Seasons, ****, I need breakfast in my suite
**** don't make money when they disrespecting me
You would think they got a check
The way they checking for me
[Verse 9]
Money, money, power, I need checks in every week
Four Seasons, ****, I need breakfast in my suite (Suite)
**** don't make money when they disrespecting me
You would think they got a check
The way they checking for me, no
[Verse 10]
Aye, yeah, I heard they talkin' crazy on the block still
I ain't on the block no more, I'm in the hills
Just checked the temperature, I'm hot still
Ridin' 65, I'm on them hot wheels
The flow way when I'm sauced up
I got my money right last year, I bossed up
Them diamonds, they look fake, they must ain't cost much
Fake friends, they gon' say we lost touch
[Verse 11]
Strangers, they gon' say I switched up
Broke **** look at me like easy lick, yeah
Bad bitches want my kids, yeah
Light skin, I call 'em my honey dip, yeah
**** waitin' on me to slip up
On my black, I just flex that's how I feel, yeah
Lambo with the doors up, just for a feel up
Pull up to the crib, jump inside the Benz truck
[Verse 12]
Aye, jump inside the Benz truck
I might sell the Lambo, buy a Benz truck
Or a SLS, gotta pick one, get my bitch one
And she at the crib, yeah, doin' sit ups
And she tryna get fit for a young ****
She a down ass bitch, that's why I fuck with her
I'm just tryna get rich, double up figures
[Verse 13]
Get 'em, get 'em, get 'em
She a down ass bitch, that's why I fuck with her
She a down ass bitch
Written by: Andrew Kenneth Franklin, Bryson Tiller, Matthew Jehu Samuels, Ramon Ibanga, Ramon Ibanga Jr, Rob Holladay, Robert Watson
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