Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Money Man
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Quincy Lamont Williams
Songwriter
Tysen Jay Bolding
Songwriter
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Buzzin' it like the Migos
Used to trap out a Regal
Fly like a seagull
Reefer sticky like needles
CPN me a condo
Cashin' out, ain't no car notes
Swervin' watching for potholes
All this weed, I'm a Narco
Sellin' bags of gelato
Bitch, I'm hood-rich, like Pablo
I had weed in my locker
I'm gettin' rich from the ganja
I got to sleep with a choppa
I'm caressin' her body, yeah
My car full of narcotics, yeah
Got them blues in my pocket, yeah
Bookbag Gucci like Jansport
My car came with a passport
220 on the dashboard
Got exotic for cheaper, dawg
Fresh as hell like it's Easter, dawg
Fuck these ****, I don't need 'em at all
[Verse 2]
Fuck her good, she exhausted
I hit her, then drop her right back off to college
This rollie Patek, I got two different watches
These **** be plottin', I got client frequently shoppin'
Got rich **** constantly coppin'
The stick to your noggin'
You know how I'm rockin', you shouldn't be talkin'
I do this shit often, you know that I'm havin'
I fuck like a savage, I grow me some cabbage
My choker got pointer, I don't need no pointers
Come set an appointment, to get you some bags
I got wonderful gas, I'ma buss out the dash
I'ma whip this bitch fast, I'ma hop out and fast
Independent like Ghazi, I caught me a play out a CPN Rarri
She calling me papi, I just dropped off ten to my homie
He said that he got me, we sent that shit kinda compressed
So it's blocky, but it's really strong and it's really exotic
She stare at my chain 'cause she say it's hypnotic
I told her, "Come here, lemme touch on your body"
With the green, I'm a giant so I'm really jolly
Them blues they gone bus out my motherfuckin' pocket
Them bullets gone bust out this motherfuckin' 45
How he made 70K from a profile?
Eatin' on dinner with plugs at the Sundial
[Verse 3]
Buzzin' it like the Migos
Used to trap out a Regal
Fly like a seagull
Reefer sticky like needles
CPN me a condo
Cashin' out, ain't no car notes
Swervin' watching for potholes
All this weed, I'm a Narco
Sellin' bags of gelato
Bitch, I'm hood-rich, like Pablo
I had weed in my locker
I'm gettin' rich from the ganja
I got to sleep with a choppa
I'm caressin' her body, yeah
My car full of narcotics, yeah
Got them blues in my pocket, yeah
Bookbag Gucci like Jansport
My car came with a passport
220 on the dashboard
Got exotic for cheaper, dawg
Fresh as hell like it's Easter, dawg
Fuck these ****, I don't need 'em at all
Written by: John Jr., Mike Mixer, Tysen Jay Bolding
