Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Money Man
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
John Carrington
Songwriter
Taylor Michael
Songwriter
Tysen Jay Bolding
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Trauma Tone
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
How many times these **** gon' doubt me?
Pull up in the trap, hunnid bags in a Audi
Soon as a **** get 'em gone, I'm outtie
Turban on my head like a motherfucking Saudi
I ain't want the bitch number, she was too busted
And I keep a drum on the steel like percussion
All these VVSs on my neck, they bussing
[Verse 2]
And I keep an old .38 and it's rusty
Seven-one four-four-two and it running
Big bad wolf, ****, I'ma get to huffing
Moncler jacket and this shit real puffy
Turkey bags filled up with gas, no stuffing
Need a bad bitch, come and give me some loving
[Verse 3]
Need a bad bitch, give me pretty ass children
I just got her wave snapped for Christmas
I just bought a new Ram truck for Christmas
Ball everyday, I don't celebrate Christmas
She wanna go with me, but I don't wanna deal it
My heart numb, ****, I ain't got feelings
Damn she stacked got double-D titties
I just wanna re-up and serve my city
I ain't Hollywood, but it's stars in my ceiling
These **** jokes, these **** real silly
[Verse 4]
Diamonds on my wrist, damn, like two milli
Cut some hoes off 'cause I got too many
Come and get a bag, yeah, the Circle got plenty
Old school muscle car and the dash digi
New school muscle car and it got a Hemi
Stars in my ceilings, yeah, bae, make a wish
[Verse 5]
Racks and my jeans, nah, I ain't got hips
Navy blue Red Bottoms, yeah, Bloods and Crips
Drippin' everywhere, lil' mama don't slip
These **** monkeys, these **** some chimps
These **** scared, these **** some wimps
Burning pre-rolls and this shit got hemp
[Verse 6]
We fucking for the moment, she only a temp
F&N, ****, don't you attempt
Shoot you in the leg now you walking with a limp
Moving all the weight, I ain't even in the gym
Had to get a Viper, I'ma take it for a spin
Real plug ****, only fucking with kin
Twenty Ps of grade-A sitting in the fridge
Burning on exotic, I ain't smoking no seeds
Bought my old lady a two K wig
Online money, I'ma internet wiz
Fifteen K just to go and do a gig
D-boy truck with the off-road rims
[Verse 7]
Gucci boots, baby girl, these ain't Timbs
Modified chopper and it's knocking of limbs
Real strong gas bags, come and get a whiff
Finna fuck a bitch, she came in a Lyft
Leave a **** dead, **** body in a ditch
I was in the trap, ****, tryna get rich
Pull up in a Demon, yeah, six-six-six
Low key plug, I'm Anonymous
[Verse 8]
**** be hating, I'm tired of it
Shawty got an ass, I'm feelin' on it
Counting these blues feels good, don't it?
Eighty bag play that's a big moment
All these racks that's a big move
Six foot six that's a big goon
Bed and sofa that's a big room
Lil' ass coupe with no leg room
[Verse 9]
How many times these **** gon' doubt me?
Pull up in the trap, hunnid bags in a Audi
Soon as a **** get 'em gone, I'm outtie
Turban on my head like a motherfucking Saudi
I ain't want the bitch number, she was too busted
And I keep a drum on the steel like percussion
All these VVSs on my neck, they bussing
[Verse 10]
And I keep an old .38 and it's rusty
Seven-one four-four-two and it running
Big bad wolf, ****, I'ma get to huffing
Moncler jacket and this shit real puffy
Turkey bags filled up with gas, not with stuffing
Need a bad bitch, come and give me some loving
Need a bad bitch, give me pretty ass children
I just got her wave snapped for Christmas
[Verse 11]
I just bought a new Ram truck for Christmas
Ball everyday, I don't celebrate Christmas
She wanna go with me, but I don't wanna deal it
My heart numb, ****, I ain't got feelings
Damn she stacked got double-D titties
I just wanna re-up and serve my city
I ain't Hollywood, but it's stars in my ceiling
These **** jokes, these **** real silly
Written by: Tysen Jay Bolding
