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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Belly
Belly
Performer
Faris Al-Majed
Faris Al-Majed
Keyboards
Richard Muñoz
Richard Muñoz
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Faris Al-Majed
Faris Al-Majed
Composer
Richard Muñoz
Richard Muñoz
Composer
Ahmad Balshe
Ahmad Balshe
Composer
Karim Kharbouch
Karim Kharbouch
Composer
Christian Aaron Arroyo
Christian Aaron Arroyo
Composer
Nicholas Danton
Nicholas Danton
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The ANMLS
The ANMLS
Producer
Faris Al-Majed
Faris Al-Majed
Recording Engineer
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
David Nakaji
David Nakaji
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Jose Ivan Jimenez
Jose Ivan Jimenez
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Look
You know what it is
[Verse 2]
Ha, four-wheeler, jet skis, Puerto Rican waters
Cash for foreigns, call me Aston Martin Lawrence
Florence the Machine, hunnid round machine of Florence
In the hood, robbin', Robin Hood, feed the homeless
[Verse 3]
Don't seek in them, seekin' homies, Jay, Wes, and Otis
Rip top on my wrist Lotus
Hurricane Chris, left hook, Westbrook
Diamond chains have you lookin' like Sticky Fingaz
I be wrist with the technique
My V103, like bread street
That's straight cash, me and Belly with a hunnid Arabs
Forty sound like a plane crash
[Verse 4]
I can't get away, money keep on fallin'
Every time I try to leave it alone, I swear, it keep on callin'
I can't get away, keep on fallin'
Every time I try to leave it alone, I swear, it keep on callin'
[Verse 5]
I've been reala, my pen illa (ay)
You softer than Ben Stiller and a chinchilla (Yeah)
Sim-simma, sim-simma, who got the keys to my Beamer, the Alpina (Ay)
Fuck the cult, we define the culture
So, they keep us in the vault, just to sign the vultures (Hey)
Designer holsters, Ferragamo loafers
Over time, still ballin', thought my time was over (Look)
Up north, I'm the soya and the duck sauce (Woo)
Tryna shake the paranoia from the drugs off (Yeah)
No love lost, but you know that kinda love costs (No)
You made me go and get my heart, and knock the dust off
[Verse 6]
Huh, dust, dust off
(Shit) Dust, dust off (Yeah, yeah)
Shoulders (Shoulders), dust off
(He) Shake the mothafuckin' dust off
[Verse 7]
I can't get away, money keep on fallin' (Keep on fallin')
Every time I try to leave it alone, I swear, it keep on callin' (Keep on callin')
I can't get away, keep on fallin' (Keep on fallin')
Every time I try to leave it alone, I swear, it keep on callin' (Keep on callin')
[Verse 8]
Keep on callin' (Keep on callin')
Keep on callin' (Keep on callin', callin')
Keep on callin' (Keep on callin')
Keep on callin' (Keep on callin', callin')
[Verse 9]
Huh, dust, dust, dust, dust off
Dust, dust, dust, dust off (Huh, the mothafucker, huh, the mothafucker)
(Huh) Keep on callin' (Dust off)
(Huh) Keep on callin' (Keep on callin')
Keep on callin' (Dust off, huh)
Shake the mothafuckin' dust off
The heel of the God
Written by: Ahmad Balshe, Christian Aaron Arroyo, Faris Al-Majed, Jason 'Daheala' Quenneville, Karim Kharbouch, Nicholas Danton, Richard Muñoz
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