Featured In
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Baby
Vocals
Bricks Da Mane
Programming
Budda Beats
Programming
Young Thug
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jeffery Williams
Songwriter
Dominique Jones
Songwriter
Zachary D. Thomas
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bricks Da Mane
Producer
Michael Dottin
Mixing Engineer
Larry Anthony
Mastering Engineer
Budda Beats
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I got money on my mind, I do whatever for it
Human trafficking, they go from border to border
I'm on a vacation, dive in the clearest water, ayy
I stuffed two hundred ounces in the Pampers
Oh that's your señorita? She goin' too
Reebok classsics, that's a hundred racks, ayy
Reebok classsics, that's a hundred racks, ayy
Sean Jean jeans, hundred racks inside these
Money old, got it colored like Monopoly
She can't control me, baby got no lock on me
Driveway got the foreigns in it
I whipped up a 'Rari, caught lil' shawty off a backboard
Peek out the window with that K like Malcom X was
I bless lil' shawty with all kinda bags, and you ain't gotta ask for it
I drop some racks for it, ayy
[Verse 2]
Pink slip to my auto, I paid cash for it
Stand up in the motor, bust the dashboard
Sippin' on codeine, I poured my last four
Now a **** want more, this the shit I asked for
Pink slip to my auto, I paid cash for it
Stand up in the motor, bust the dashboard
Sippin' on codeine, I poured my last four
Now a **** want more, this the shit I asked for
[Verse 3]
Sippin' on codeine, I got a problem
I be with them gangsters and them robbers
Have a **** lookin' for who shot ya
Probably in Jamaica with the Rastas
I'm gon' get 'em in for the cheap
And them bitches go for twenty-three
I know that these **** envy me
And won't stop until I reach the T-O-P, I'm at the top
I actin' crazy again, I had your lady again
Know she told you we was friends, but she ate the dick in the Benz
She know I'm a real one, she smell it
She do whatever I tell her
She let me hit it whenever as long as I keep on my necklace
I ate that pussy for breakfast, yeah, yeah
Diamonds on my neck, I got 'em frozen
Water on my wrist came from the ocean
Every **** with me get them loads in
Only with the bros who put them fours in
[Verse 4]
Pink slip to my auto, I paid cash for it
Stand up in the motor, bust the dashboard
Sippin' on codeine, I poured my last four
Now a **** want more, this the shit I asked for
Pink slip to my auto, I paid cash for it
Stand up in the motor, bust the dashboard
Sippin' on codeine, I poured my last four
Now a **** want more, this the shit I asked for
[Verse 5]
This the type of shit I used to ask for
Remember down bad, I had to ask for it
Damn I'm out of lean, I poured my last four
Now my car say two hundred on dashboard
I get that money for real, I get that paper for real, yeah, yeah
I get that money for real, I get that paper for real, yeah, yeah
All the diamonds on me, got me shining
When I made parole that's perfect timing
Range Rover look pregnant with the body
Presidential tint so I can't see nobody
Your bitch on my hitlist 'cause she's a hottie
I know once I get in it I'm gon' ride it
I get that money forever, we get that money together, dig that
Bitches be walkin' up on me, **** be actin' like groupies, get back
Gettin' to the money since like this high
Now I'm lil' big homie all on this side
[Verse 6]
Pink slip to my auto, I paid cash for it
Stand up in the motor, bust the dashboard
Sippin' on codeine, I poured my last four
Now a **** want more, this the shit I asked for
Pink slip to my auto, I paid cash for it
Stand up in the motor, bust the dashboard
Sippin' on codeine, I poured my last four
Now a **** want more, this the shit I asked for
Written by: Charles Driggers, Dominique' Jones, Jeffery Williams