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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
E-40
E-40
Vocals
Payroll Giovanni
Payroll Giovanni
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dior Giovanni Petty
Dior Giovanni Petty
Songwriter
Ronald LaTour
Ronald LaTour
Songwriter
Earl Stevens
Earl Stevens
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Antonio "Atone" Turner
Antonio "Atone" Turner
Recording Engineer
Johnny Juliano
Johnny Juliano
Mixing Engineer
Cardo Got Wings
Cardo Got Wings
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Yeah
You know, there come a point in life when you just gotta get money
Block all the bullshit all about love
You just gonna get your mill on
Only hustlers gonna relate though
Detroit to the Bay, come on
[Verse 2]
Fuck these bitches, **** get your paper
I grew up in the trenches with dope fiend neighbors
Nines big, criss bitch, I got acres
She diggin' how I live but I can't save her
[Verse 3]
Came up off droppin' pounds, lightweight trainers
I'm tryna get rich, **** fuck being famous
Fully loaded coupe, and this ain't no basic
Prezi on my wrist, nah this ain't no stainless
[Verse 4]
We wrap up work, then ship that shit
Do a bunch of dirt then forget that shit
Thousand dollar shirt, let me get that bitch
Cash it out and then see if I can fit that shit
[Verse 5]
I want more movers and shakers
You losers is waiters
I smell like money, you should get use to this fragrance
I was young copin' work from **** we all know
Just a lil **** tryna get my mail long
[Verse 6]
It's like this, it's like that
Before you ball, young **** stack
It's like this, it's like that
Whatever I spend I'ma get it all back
I'm tryna get my mail long
I'm tryna get my mail long
I'm tryna get my mail long
I'm tryna get my mail long
(Let the counselor speak)
I'm tryna get my mail long
I'm tryna get my mail long
[Verse 7]
It's easy, if you ain't tryna get you mail on, then get the hell out
He who is without sin, throw the first stone
My music studio tall, too short and them in the clique
Mike Moseley and Sam Baltic, shout out to Mechanics
[Verse 8]
Real shit, thought it wasn't
Detroit and the Bay is cousins
Out here where we stay they hustlin'
The block and the Digiby, they huggin'
[Verse 9]
Stack your paper man, 'fore I blow on a check
Buy a car lot, dispensary, or a four-plex
Pack a good knock for the enemy, extra clips
To the chin nock that'll take the hit off a T-Rex
[Verse 10]
I love money more than I love sex
I gotta protect Philips and a Rolex
The more I make, make me want some more scratch
Doughboys cash out, Carter on a slack
[Verse 11]
It's like this, it's like that
Before you ball, young **** stack
It's like this, it's like that
Whatever I spend I'ma get it all back
I'm tryna get my mail long
I'm tryna get my mail long
I'm tryna get my mail long
I'm tryna get my mail long
I'm tryna get my mail long
I'm tryna get my mail long
[Verse 12]
It's like this, it's like that
Before you ball, young **** stack
It's like this, it's like that
Whatever I spend I'ma get it all back
I'm tryna get my mail long
I'm tryna get my mail long
I'm tryna get my mail long
I'm tryna get my mail long
I'm tryna get my mail long
I'm tryna get my mail long
Written by: Dior Giovanni Petty, Earl T Stevens, Ronald LaTour
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