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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Money Man
Vocals
Lil Baby
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dominique Jones
Songwriter
Nicholas Michetti
Songwriter
Nick Pullens
Songwriter
Tysen Jay Bolding
Songwriter
Lyrics
[Intro]
(Yo, Nflated, spice that bitch up)
[Chorus]
Burnin' on Lilikoi, ashes look corduroy
R.I.P. Kobe Bryant, R.I.P. 24
I can make a cool 50K in less than twenty-four hours
Ridin' with the pack through the Tennessee mountains
VPN, SOCKS, and at least three routers
I'ma thumb through it, I don't need no counter
Had to resuscitate a bitch, my neck almost drowned her
I got oil, I got hemp, I got wax, I got flower
Burnin' on pre-roll, finna go to Pluto
Drippin' real hard when I'm hoppin' out two-door
I just met a psychedelic plug named Hugo
Thirty laptops in my motherfuckin' condo
White collar diamonds, **** ballin' like Lonzo
These **** overrated like Joe Flacco
Feelin' like Jim Jones, ****, I'm a capo
I'ma flip a Rolls-Royce, I'm feelin' like Pop Smoke
[Verse 1]
Banana Cream Cake in my motherfuckin' headwrap
If I don't like the smell, then the pack get sent back
If I don't like his energy, I push a **** shit back
Makin' hash oil, listenin' to bank, big facts
Makin' hash oil, listenin' to stream, big facts
All that slick talkin' finna get a **** kidnapped
Gelonade got a **** finna go and lift off
I'ma empty out the magazine when I'm pissed off
I'm on that Wedding Pie, it got me geeked
My bitch hit it twice and then she went to sleep
I drop bud on the clock with the perfect technique
I'ma hit from the rear, I wan' grab her obliques
I ain't got time in the day for my females be mad at me
Internet racks, I'ma run it up rapidly
She know I'm vicious, I'm fuckin' her savagely
She know I get racks, she know my mentality
Grew up in the trap watching Kobe yam on a ****
Pull up in the Porsche, yeah, the Pan' on a ****
Yeah, pull up in the Dodge, yeah, the Ram on a ****
Anybody try, yeah, I'ma blam on ****
I'm the head bad guy, fifty different gridlines
Turn a lacefront to a fire, fire hairline
I was over drippin', I should start my own clothing line
Got two jits, dawg, I'll die for both of mine
I ain't never satisfied till my money increase
Fucked up the profile, too many inquiries
They be low-key hatin', I can hear 'em whispering
All these baguette chains, you can see 'em glimmering
Had to make a U-turn, I just seen a roadblock
I ain't playin' no games, I ain't sparin' no opps
It's a full moon now, so I'm burnin' Moon Rock
Livin' off schemes, why is he on tip-top?
[Chorus]
Burnin' on Lilikoi, ashes look corduroy
R.I.P. Kobe Bryant, R.I.P. 24
I can make a cool 50K in less than twenty-four hours
Ridin' with the pack through the Tennessee mountains
VPN, SOCKS, and at least three routers
I'ma thumb through it, I don't need no counter
Had to resuscitate a bitch, my neck almost drowned her
I got oil, I got hemp, I got wax, I got flower
Burnin' on pre-roll, finna go to Pluto
Drippin' real hard when I'm hoppin' out two-door
I just met a psychedelic plug named Hugo
Thirty laptops in my motherfuckin' condo
White collar diamonds, **** ballin' like Lonzo
These **** overrated like Joe Flacco
Feelin' like Jim Jones, ****, I'm a capo
I'ma flip a Rolls-Royce, I'm feelin' like Pop Smoke
Written by: NICHOLAS PULLENS, Nick Pullens, Nicolas Michetti, Tysen Jay Bolding