Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Birdman
Birdman
Vocals
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Vocals
Drumma Boy
Drumma Boy
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bryan Christopher Williams
Bryan Christopher Williams
Songwriter
Christopher Gholson
Christopher Gholson
Songwriter
Kentrell Gaulden
Kentrell Gaulden
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Drumma Boy
Drumma Boy
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
(Listen to this track, bitch!)
[Verse 2]
Chasing that money
I ain't been to sleep in three days
Can't waste my time
I get that money 'cause I need it
Got all these hoes in here bleeding
Yeah, the G-way
I bet you ain't never met a ****
Cut like me, yeah
We be them ****
We ain't worried about nobody
I'm with my ****
I want you to try and stop me
I'm a real gangsta, got them hitters
Right beside me
[Verse 3]
Ran up that money, bitch
Now I could say we popping, yeah
We popping, oh-oh
Now I could say lately, bitch
We popping, yeah
We popping, oh-oh-oh
[Verse 4]
We get that money from US
And flip it overseas
Transporting that pack with a trunk
Full of hella ki's
I'm from a town
Where my rounds will bust a flea
Bitch **** hating
Can't run that **** up like me
Real blood, keep that torch when I ride
**** try to take what I earn
I'ma slide him
Lately I been flipping cakes
Going through some trials
Let that fake shit go
'Cause I got money on my mind, ****
(Braat!)
Rich Gang or don't bang, ****
Up in that foreign, I been swerving lane to lane
I'm too official, got black diamonds in my chain ****
I ran it up, you **** go and do the same ****
[Verse 5]
Chasing that money
I ain't been to sleep in three days
Can't waste my time
I get that money 'cause I need it
Got all these hoes in here bleeding
Yeah, the G-way
I bet you ain't never met a ****
Cut like me, yeah
We be them ****
We ain't worried about nobody
I'm with my ****
I want you to try and stop me
I'm a real gangsta, got them hitters
Right beside me
[Verse 6]
Ran up that money, bitch
Now I could say we popping, yeah
We popping, oh-oh
Now I could say lately, bitch
We popping, yeah
We popping, oh-oh-oh
[Verse 7]
It ain't no cap, it ain't no question
Bitch, we popping
If they could read the play
These **** still couldn't stop it
Brand new McLaren, paid for cash
Out my pocket
When I'm on scene
I got that hammer 'cause they watching
Got a whole lotta diamonds on my body
Whole lotta money in my pocket
I'ma run up a bag, you know I ain't stopping
We them ****, bitch we popping
I'm screaming out murder, you know how we ride
Them **** ain't with it, I know that they flies
When I was broke, couldn't wait till I got it
Now when I see it, I want it, I buy it
This for them women, get that money
Who don't need a ****
This for them youngins who been hustling
Posted in them trenches
They ain't coming how we come
Swear, that we the realest
Aye
[Verse 8]
Chasing that money
I ain't been to sleep in three days
Can't waste my time
I get that money 'cause I need it
Got all these hoes in here bleeding
Yeah, the G-way
I bet you ain't never met a ****
Cut like me, yeah
We be them ****
We ain't worried about nobody
I'm with my ****
I want you to try and stop me
I'm a real gangsta, got them hitters
Right beside me
[Verse 9]
Ran up that money, bitch
Now I could say we popping, yeah
We popping, oh-oh
Now I could say lately, bitch
We popping, yeah
We popping, oh-oh-oh
Written by: Bryan Christopher Williams, Christopher Gholson, Kentrell Gaulden
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