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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
DJ Khaled
Background Vocals
Future
Vocals
Young Thug
Vocals
Rick Ross
Vocals
2 Chainz
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nayvadius Wilburn
Songwriter
Jeffery Williams
Songwriter
William Roberts
Songwriter
Tauheed Epps
Songwriter
Ian Lewis
Songwriter
Eliphete Celestin
Songwriter
Arthur Baker
Songwriter
John Robie
Songwriter
Ben Diehl
Songwriter
Khaled Mohamed Khaled
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DJ Khaled
Co-Producer
Ben Billions
Producer
Schife Karbeen
Producer
Eli On the Beat
Producer
Brett Bailey
Recording Engineer
Eric Manco
Recording Engineer
Lu Diaz
Mixing Engineer
Ray Alamo
Assistant Engineer
Derrick Jenner
Assistant Engineer
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Juan "Saucy" Peña
Recording Engineer
Thomas Bennett
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
(Hide the money and ran outta room)
(I tried to hide the money and ran outta room)
(I tried to hide the money and ran outta room)
(I tried to hide the money and ran outta room)
DJ KHALED!
[Verse 2]
Money, on your head
You might get hit up today
You can't be wondering why they
Always staying, dead broke!
In the kitchen cooking chickens
Like a rare broad
My grandma seen me
Buy my first Polo sweater
Aye!
[Verse 3]
Got my hand flooded, aye
Buy the whole projects, aye
Got my hood stunting, this whatever
Aye!
Charge the whole 30, aye
Got my **** working, aye
Got my bitches down for whatever
[Verse 4]
(I tried to hide the money and ran outta room)
Whatever!
(I tried to hide the money and ran outta room)
Whatever!
[Verse 5]
(Geek!)
Pay up, like I been running it up forever
I ran that shit up through the roof
Young ****, ran that shit up for his mother
Buy her everything and I got proof!
Up, designer 'fit, ain't nothing to buy it
And I done whipped every tire
With the brake pad, 'Mello Yello'
Catch up!
[Verse 6]
Bring me up like your pop-pop
Whatever you need to
I skeet, then skeet off in a new coupe
Keep up!
That V-12 'bout to heat up
Grab your seat belt, your seat belt
The color of my boxers, yeah I'm Tommy'd up
(Got the Tommy tucked, aye)
I toss that shit up, like a spray
Watch -i-t spill on the clothes
I soak that shit up
When they told me, “Don't matter, boss won”
I suspended these bitches
And I subpoenaed these ****
See who was real
I supported my bank account
And I wouldn't tell you the amount
'Less I need to put some of this money on your head
[Verse 7]
You might get hit up today
You can't be wondering, why they
Always staying, dead broke!
In the kitchen cooking chickens
Like a rare broad
My grandma seen me
Buy my first Polo sweater
Aye!
[Verse 8]
Got my hand flooded, aye
Buy the whole projects, aye
Got my hood stunting, this whatever
Aye!
Charge the whole 30, aye
Got my **** working, aye
Got my bitches down for whatever
[Verse 9]
(I tried to hide the money and ran outta room)
Whatever!
(I tried to hide the money and ran outta room)
Whatever!
[Verse 10]
(Maybach Music)
Diamonds all on my fingers
Misses still miscellaneous
Left the ski-mask in the 'Rari
Residencies out in Vegas
Smoking like Calvin Broadus
Blueberry with the big homie
'Idols Becoming Rivals'
Down to die for my survival
Fell in love with the money
She at the spot every Sunday
Loyalty's what I lust
How I measure my woman
Minimize my mistakes
Love every tat on my face
DJ Khaled, my blood
Got several M's in my safe
Hwugh!
[Verse 11]
Money, I'm gon' hide you
Might get hit up today
You can't be wondering why they
Always staying, dead broke!
In the kitchen cooking chickens
Like a rare broad
My grandma seen me
Buy my first Polo sweater
Aye!
[Verse 12]
Got my hand flooded, aye
Buy the whole projects, aye
Got my hood stunting, this whatever
Aye!
Charge the whole 30, aye
Got my **** working, aye
Got my bitches down for whatever
[Verse 13]
(I tried to hide the money and ran outta room)
Whatever!
(I tried to hide the money and ran outta room)
Whatever!
[Verse 14]
(2Chainz)
Watch me break down bales
Residue on scales
Yeah, I had the girls sick
'Man-I-Cure' like nails
Competition might fail
Repetition might sell
Dirty kitchen, dirty dishes
Dirty bitches, oh well!
[Verse 15]
Foregin whip, rodda
Lobster on my rider
You can get the platter
I put my money up! (Up!)
You gon' need a ladder
Work know acrobatics
Work know calisthenics
My dick be acting stingy
My check be acting bougie
My car got all the groupies
I bought a new Rolex
Now my old Rolex tryna sue me
Fashion on exotic
Pistol on regardless
Bitches look like Barbie
Ricky Bobby on my trolley
[Verse 16]
Tryna set a bando on fire
I'm just tryna get you so higher
Money coming in, we get flyer
You must be tryna wife her like Tiger
[Verse 17]
Money, I'm gon' hide you
Might get hit up today
You can't be wondering why they
Always staying, dead broke!
In the kitchen cooking chickens
Like a rare broad
My grandma seen me
Buy my first Polo sweater
Aye!
[Verse 18]
Got my hand flooded, aye
Buy the whole projects, aye
Got my hood stunting, this whatever
Aye!
Charge the whole 30, aye
Got my **** working, aye
Got my bitches down for whatever
[Verse 19]
(I tried to hide the money and ran outta room)
Whatever!
(I tried to hide the money and ran outta room)
Whatever!
Written by: Arthur Baker, Benjamin Diehl, DJ Khaled, Eliphete Celestin, Ian Lewis, Jeffery Williams, John Robie, Nayvadius Wilburn, Tauheed Epps, William Roberts