Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ching
Ching
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Patrick Friend
Patrick Friend
Songwriter

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Money be pilin' on, now that I'm countin' up
[Verse 2]
Uh, money be pilin' up now that I'm countin' up
All of these bitches on me
They lovin' my style, they hop on the wave
They see who I'm destined to be
I gotta go cut up that cake
Money my face, more mula to see
I'm on the wave, people, they hate
I'm just tryna follow my dreams
[Verse 3]
That bitch retarded, that's how I started
Now we're young and on the come up
Why they all mad? I chase for the bag
I'm steady chasin' for karmas
Livin' so lavish, hang with the baddest
Pilin' up, so we stackin'
Doin' shows on the road, I give it and go
I pass like I'm Magic
[Verse 4]
Fuck feelings, I don't give fuck
All of these bitches gon' play me
Swear she's gon' give herself up
She sees that I'm up, now she want my baby
Keepin' it real, keep it up buck
All of my struggles what made me
I bring the heat, I got a sauce
None of these shorties amaze me
[Verse 5]
Have you ever had a thought of livin' a life that you wanted to live?
Go hop in a foreign, you skirt and switch lanes
I know they really gon' see what I did
I wanna be great that's why I go hard
Buy a house, then I buy a car
Some say I won't make it far
Gotta plan, I'ma hit the charts
[Verse 6]
Bad bitches in a party started to love me
See that I'm makin' moves
Master plan, I'ma make a mill'
Invest the mill', gotta make the loot
I'm backin' my own shit
Grindin' all night 'cause I wanna make it
Sleep in the stu', I work for the cash
Ain't gonna stop till I'm cakin'
[Verse 7]
Loyalty ain't gonna be changin'
I do this 'cause they hate it
I feel so underrated, I'm grindin', no more waitin'
They wishin' I'm gon' fall
I don't care about who say it
I just want it all, they pray that I won't make it
[Verse 8]
Money be pilin' on, now that I'm countin' up
All of these bitches on me
They lovin' my style, they hop on the wave
They see who I'm destined to be
I gotta go cut up that cake
Money my face, more mula to see
I'm on the wave, people, they hate
I'm just tryna follow my dreams
[Verse 9]
Came from the slums, came from down bottom
No parties, not poppin' no bottles
Livin' life doin' like I won the lotto
You only live once like you heard the motto
30 round drum and the tips all hollow
Shooter make you run, bring your semi-auto
They all come first like they all gon' follow
Live it up now, can't promise tomorrow
[Verse 10]
They love and they hate me
I'm just doin' what I really wanna do
Wanna spend on designer clothes
Wanna rock designer shoes
Gonna stop all my distractions
Gonna feed my only focus
Gotta get it by myself
Gotta make these people notice
[Verse 11]
Money be pilin' on, now that I'm countin' up
All of these bitches on me
They lovin' my style, they hop on the wave
They see who I'm destined to be
I gotta go cut up that cake
Money my face, more mula to see
I'm on the wave, people, they hate
I'm just tryna follow my dreams
[Verse 12]
Money be pilin' on, now that I'm countin' up
All of these bitches on me
They lovin' my style, they hop on the wave
They see who I'm destined to be
I gotta go cut up that cake
Money my face, more mula to see
I'm on the wave, people, they hate
I'm just tryna follow my dreams, ah
[Verse 13]
Money be pilin' on, now that I'm countin' up
Yeah, yeah, uh
Written by: Patrick Friend
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