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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tuka
Tuka
Vocals
Bea Moon
Bea Moon
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jonathan Graham
Jonathan Graham
Composer
Brendan Tuckerman
Brendan Tuckerman
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jonathan Graham
Jonathan Graham
Producer
Dave Hammer
Dave Hammer
Mixing Engineer
Leon Zervos
Leon Zervos
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Work hard, stay humble
Nah, fuck you, pay me
Oz rap bought Mum a house
But the big bucks won't change me
If you wanna come around unannounced
Young brother, don't phase me
But if you want that lunch, go clean that gutter
Bloodsucker, you are much too lazy
[Verse 2]
One at a time
I'm biting my tongue
One at a time
I'm picking it up
I'm getting it done
I am not giving a fuck
You only live
One at a time
I'm rolling it up
I'm holding it down
I don't get carried away
I carry the weight
Can't fuck with the shine
One at a time
Dragging the bag to the bank
[Verse 3]
Gimme the, gimme the, gimme the loot, ay
(Fuck you, pay me)
I want cash money
(Fuck you, pay me)
In the bag, honey
(Fuck you, pay me)
(We don't give a fuck, you pay me)
[Verse 4]
Gimme the, gimme the loot, ay
(Fuck you, pay me)
I want cash money
(Fuck you, pay me)
In the bag, honey
(Fuck you, pay me)
(We don't give a fuck, you pay me)
[Verse 5]
Oi
You buy bullshit that you don't need
To impress cool kids that you don't like
I made something outta nothing, if you know me
I couldn't give a fuck about a cosign
My hometeam is the O-Z
I keep it low-key, I'm on the slow grind
But watch a motherfucker
Proceed into OT
I've been sitting on a gold mine
[Verse 6]
I'ma, I'ma, I'ma
I'm big game on your HP bar
These lames'll never phase me, nah
Tryna play me like a bass guitar
I'm in your pocket
Like a St. George Bank key card
If haters gonna hate
They gonna take me far
Spark another blunt, brother
Save my half
Jaded motherfucker, you are crazy daft
I'm already faded
Don't make me laugh
[Verse 7]
Blah, blah
These plastic rappers
Need a ladies bra
Call me Saint Nick
Going ape shit
'Cause I slayed it
Couldn't give a toss
Where the reindeer are
I'm a boss, don't make me spar
You a toddler in a babies' bath
You stank like piss
My rank is hi vis
I personify what your daydreams are
(Get up, get up)
[Verse 8]
Get up off your lazy ass
I'ma tell you rappers what the mainstream can't
Lemme level with you, if you got an issue
You could go ahead and fix it
Young money gotta raise these bars
Breaks these hearts
Put your name in a hat
These chart toppers
Are vain when they rap
When the art wonder
Gotta change and adapt
Fuck a fad, trail blaze
Put flames on the track
(Oi)
[Verse 9]
You are not made for the scrap
Can't keep pace with the pack
You are just bait for the rats
Fake with the facts
And I couldn't care less what you say
Don't be late with the bag
We are all slaves to the cash
Debts to collect
Paper to stack
Stress the connect
Get left in a trap
Like a pest in a shark tank
Fed to gam
[Verse 10]
Gimme the, gimme the, gimme the loot, ay
(Fuck you, pay me)
I want cash money
(Fuck you, pay me)
In the bag, honey
(Fuck you, pay me)
(We don't give a fuck, you pay me)
[Verse 11]
Gimme the, gimme the loot, ay
(Fuck you, pay me)
I want cash money
(Fuck you, pay me)
In the bag, honey
(Fuck you, pay me)
(We don't give a fuck, you pay me)
[Verse 12]
Go ahead and count your pennies
Racks on racks
But I doubt you're ready
For the clout I levy
I'ma snatch your stack
Like the tax man's hand
Better stash your cash
I been out here, steady
Kicking facts on wax
On, wax off
Stab a needle on the record, I'ma thunderclap on that
(What?)
Rap god, heavy hitter
When I gun the track up
Lemme kill it, any minute
Split a fucking atom
[Verse 13]
That's bomb
Drop it like it's hot
Pop bottles
I'm a Molotov
Jack pot, top dollar
I'm a Rottweiler
You are nothing but a lap dog
Jogging on the spot
[Verse 14]
(Bitch better have my money)
[Verse 15]
So much drip that I act like honey
Flow a cuts sick like a knife through butter
Get smoked up quick like a crack pipe, brother
Fuck your dap, I'm Tuka, not Tooka
You loser
You crazy, fugazy
You shut up
You sucker, mother, fuck you, pay me
Everybody saying they ain't in it for the cheddar
But I bet they have wanna be a beggar
I'ma bury any stepping on me, end them in a second
I'm a weapon, if you get me going head to head
I shred them up and dead 'em
[Verse 16]
One at a time
I'm biting my tongue
One at a time
I'm picking it up
I'm getting it done
I am not giving a fuck
You only live
One at a time
I'm rolling it up
I'm holding it down
I don't get carried away
I carry the weight
Can't fuck with the shine
One at a time
Draggin' the bag to the bank
[Verse 17]
Gimme the, gimme the, gimme the loot, ay
(Fuck you, pay me)
I want cash money
(Fuck you, pay me)
In the bag, honey
(Fuck you, pay me)
(We don't give a fuck, you pay me)
[Verse 18]
Gimme the, gimme the loot, ay
(Fuck you, pay me)
I want cash money
(Fuck you, pay me)
In the bag, honey
(Fuck you, pay me)
(We don't give a fuck, you pay me)
[Verse 19]
Gimme the, gimme the loot, ay
(Fuck you, pay me)
I want cash money
(Fuck you, pay me)
In the bag, honey
(Fuck you, pay me)
(We don't give a fuck, you pay me)
[Verse 20]
Gimme the, gimme the loot, ay
(Fuck you, pay me)
I want cash money
(Fuck you, pay me)
In the bag, honey
(Fuck you, pay me)
(We don't give a fuck, you pay me)
Written by: Brendan Tuckerman, Jonathan Graham
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