Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Roddy Ricch
Roddy Ricch
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rodrick Moore
Rodrick Moore
Songwriter
Mistey M Garcia
Mistey M Garcia
Songwriter

Lyrics

Yeah
Bitch you know I keep them Ks with me
And I ain't pussy boy don't play with me
She give me head like wavy grease
While I pull up in a Jeep like a ATV
Feelin' like Kevin Gates, I got six [?]
Bitch I whip it till my motherfuckin' wrist tired
I only have a deuce it make me lean back
Young **** flexin' hunnids they ain't seen that
Young **** talkin' money I ain't seen that
Livin' lavish while these other **** dream that
You talkin' bitch but I don't need your feedback
Bitch, I ain't tryna marry, get my ring back
Bitch get back I don't play shit
Big rack stash in the basement
I'm tryna do the dash, get out the way bitch
**** talk shit, get a face lift
I gotta put a Magnum on when I hit it
She hit me on the track phone, bitch quit it
I text her back like I ain't seen that pussy in a minute
So please don't call my phone if it ain't about them digits
(Baby don't call my phone, bitch, I don't wanna talk to you)
Why? 'Cause I just want the money, money,
Money, money, money, money, money ****
I just want the money, money, money, money, money, money, money ****
I just want the money, money, money, money, money, money, money ****
I just want the money, money, money, money, money, money, money ****
Don't make me throw these hunnids in your face ****
Have him singing to his lady like he Drake ****
'Cause I always keep the forty on my waist ****
And the Roley got the bullets in the face ****
I was off now I'm on ****
(I was off and now I'm on motherfucker)
Yeah, so don't mistake me for the wrong ****
Put a Percy in the Sprite, they make me lean, yeah
My **** always keep the 30 with the bean, yeah
We rich bitch so she goin' for the team, yeah
'Cause these bitches showed the pinky for the green, yeah
Young **** ain't even touch the racks out here doing these bitches
Young **** and he touch the racks out here doing these bitches
You better watch what you say ****
I go from Compton to the D to the A ****
I gotta put a Magnum on when I hit it
She hit me on the track phone, bitch quit it
I text her back like I ain't seen that pussy in a minute
So please don't call my phone if it ain't about them digits
(Baby don't call my phone, bitch, I don't wanna talk to you)
Why? 'Cause I just want the money, money, money, money, money, money, money ****
I just want the money, money, money, money, money, money, money ****
I just want the money, money, money, money, money, money, money ****
I just want the money, money, money, money, money, money, money ****
I gotta put a Magnum on when I hit it
She hit me on the track phone, bitch quit it
I text her back like I ain't seen that pussy in a minute
So please don't call my phone if it ain't about them digits
(Baby don't call my phone, bitch, I don't wanna talk to you)
Why? 'Cause I just want the money, money, money, money, money, money, money ****
Written by: Mistey Garcia, Rodrick Moore
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