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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Belly
Belly
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Belly
Belly
Composer
Travis Scott
Travis Scott
Composer
Tyler Bryant
Tyler Bryant
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Velous
Velous
Producer
Faris Al-Majed
Faris Al-Majed
Recording Engineer
Joshua Smith
Joshua Smith
Engineer
Raphael Mesquita
Raphael Mesquita
Engineer
Jason 'Daheala' Quenneville
Jason 'Daheala' Quenneville
Mixing Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Dave Huffman
Dave Huffman
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

All these bitches come and go (go) All this money come and go (go) I'm just tryna double up (ooh) Stack it up just to blow it Watch the money go, watch the money go (go) We been trappin' on the phone (yeah) We been whippin' on the stove (whoo) She make millions on the pole Where that money go, where that money go (whoa) Can't fuck with my team We need like one hundred money machine (go, go) Pay the price for these dreams Where that money go, where that money go (Where that money go) Where that money go, where that money go (Where that money go) Where that money go, where that money go (Where that money go) You can find out where that money go If you find it out, you just let me know Lost everythin' my mind included Got betrayed today, they pray to Judas In a daze, they say my days are numbered Under fire, but I remain the coolest Where's the love? I hate to have to do this King shit, I think I'm back to rule it Kill a king, you really feel the power Hang the backstabber, kill the coward Dopamine I'm raw as coca leaf (whoo) Out of focus, they can't hope to see (whoo) Bitches talk, but I just don't believe (no) Adam told us, "There's no hope for Eve" (nah) Give a bitch the fuckin' moon and stars (yeah) Probably say that all she need is space (whoo) Now it's fuck her, I just feed the snakes (whoo) This the last supper Jesus ate All these bitches come and go (go) All this money come and go (go) I'm just tryna double up (ooh) Stack it up just to blow it Watch the money go, watch the money go (go) We been trappin' on the phone (yeah) We been whippin' on the stove (whoo) She make millions on the pole Where that money go, where that money go (whoa) Can't fuck with my team We need like one hundred money machine (go, go) Pay the price for these dreams Where that money go, where that money go (Where that money go) Where that money go, where that money go (Where that money go) Where that money go, where that money go (Where that money go) You can find out where that money go If you find it out, you just let me know Smoke my thoughts and drink my fears Pray to go God, but I don't think He hears Water muddy, but the crystal's clear Case I need to make it crystal clear Heart cold, but I don't go got no chill Me and Satan we don't go got no deal Everybody comin' for this dope I think I might know how Chapo feels They condemn the child that lives within (whoo) Then condemn the way we live as sin Say I'm haunted, sippin' triple gin (yeah) When I just wanna see my niggas win, damn I just wanna see my niggas win I just wanna see my niggas win All these bitches come and go (go) All this money come and go (go) I'm just tryna double up (ooh) Stack it up just to blow it Watch the money go, watch the money go (go) We been trappin' on the phone (yeah) We been whippn' on the stove (whoo) She make millions on the pole Where that money go, where that money go (whoa) Can't fuck with my team We need like one hundred money machine (go, go) Pay the price for these dreams Where that money go, where that money go (Where that money go) Where that money go, where that money go (Where that money go) Where that money go, where that money go (Where that money go) (Where that money go) You can find out where that money go If you find it out, you just let me know
Writer(s): Jacques Webster, Ahmad Balshe, Tyler James Bryant Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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