Top Songs By Deante' Hitchcock
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Deante' Hitchcock
Performer
JID
Performer
Sharod "Virtuoso" Allen
Guitar
Brandon Phillips-Taylor
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Deante' Hitchcock
Lyrics
Brandon Phillips-Taylor
Composer
RICHARD RUDOLPH
Composer
Minnie Riperton
Composer
Charles Stepney
Composer
Destin Route
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Brandon Phillips-Taylor
Producer
Elton "L10MixedIt" Chueng
Mixing Engineer
Robert Mendioro
Assistant Engineer
Daniel Vargas
Assistant Engineer
Mike Bozzi
Mastering Engineer
Mark Pitts
Executive Producer
Wayne Barrow
Additional Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I got money now, ay
Ooh, damn, okay
Ay, ooh, ay, ooh
[Verse 2]
Remember they told me that I wouldn't get it
Then I went and got it
Shit, huh, I ain't have shit, but lint in my pockets, ****
I was havin' withdrawals, now I'm at the bank
Makin' deposits, ****
Shout out to 50, boy, get rich or die tryin'
Ain't no other option, I gotta go get it
Remember my mom bein' broke as a joke
Pay the rent with the light bill, shawty
They cut off the lights, it was dark at the house
But I knew I was bright still, shawty
Then they cut off the heat and my heart got cold
I'm talkin' 'bout ice chills, shawty
I knew I was great even though **** hated
I made it like Mike Will, shawty
Went from eatin' on ramen to gettin' it poppin'
Can't take shit for granted, you know how we rockin'
I made it look easy like Straight Outta Compton
And now I'm on go, ain't no muhfuckin' stoppin'
You see what I saw comin' up from the bottom
Made me a menace like Dennis, no Rodman
Gettin' the shit ain't no muhfuckin' problem
Said, get 'em, I got 'em, quit fuckin' around, ****
[Verse 3]
Fire the blunt, ay
For all of the times we were late on the rent
At the first of the month, ay
It was PB and J every day
Now we eatin' on conch for lunch, ay
Now I walk in the store with my mama
And tell her to buy what she want
I ain't hearin' that shit that you talkin' 'bout
[Verse 4]
Shut the fuck up, I got money now, bitch
I got money now, ooh, ay, I got, bitch
Once upon a time though
Ay, ooh
[Verse 5]
I ain't had no money, my **** was hungry
My pockets was empty like Chick-Fil-A Sunday
My future was pretty, my past was ugly
But now I'm back in my bag, lil' buddy
We got the shit out the muhfuckin' mud
And nw we wasn't the freshest
But we wasn't bummy
That shit ain't no joke when your money be funny
So I had to jump in the game like Jumanji
I ain't had no money to help out my mama
That shit had me frustrated, shawty
Lookin' back at the sack at the end of the month
Like, my ****, we just made it, shawty
Now the baddest bitches be tryin' to fuck
I can get them all butt naked, shawty
I ain't even tryna fuck on my ex no more
Tell that bitch, I done upgraded, shawty
Find out what I was worth when I put on the tax
Built my foundation, no Fenty, no MAC
Stay out the way, go get money and stack
But if my mama still workin', I cannot relax
These **** goofy, i'm turnt to the max
I got your babe to my side, word to Zack
And I'm with Von, Quez, Dre, and Mac
****, we off the broke and we ain't goin' back
[Verse 6]
****, fire the blunt, ay
For all of the times we were late on the rent
At the first of the month, ay
It was PB and J every day
Now we eatin' on conch for lunch, ay
Now I walk in the store with my mama
And tell her to buy what she want
I ain't hearin' that shit that you talkin' 'bout
[Verse 7]
Shut the fuck up, I got money now, bitch
Yeah
Yeah, I got money now, bitch
Look, look
[Verse 8]
'Member we stayed in the 'partment
The house was provided by government
And my cousin, them slept on the couch with the oven open
Bitch, it felt like The Revenant
Get the covers and read a new covenant, cut the shit
I've been fuckin' the shit out my bucket list
Drop my nuts on the lips of a lusty bitch
For the love of the money, I'm bustin'
Who tryna take it from me?
[Verse 9]
Shit, I'ma need commisary
If you come for the commas, the consequences
Very common sense to tell 'em
Comin' from never havin' shit is scary as killin' a bear
The frigidity is a bitch, Will Perry in a six
An enigma nigra in a tinted Benz
I done missed the pen, then I gripped the pen
**** slit me in, ****, this revenge
Fuck what they talkin'
I got a driver, but I was just walkin'
I'm a survivor like Jigga, lil' shawty
But I was the littlest pick of the litter with shit on my paw
Not at the top, so if I ever drop, I ain't gon' to fall
But we gon' far as forever, infinity, it ain't no quittin' me
Hold that thought, ****
[Verse 10]
Fire the blunt, ay
For all of the times we were late on the rent
At the first of the month, ay
It was PB and J every day
Now we eatin' on conch for lunch, ay
Now I walk in the store with my mama
And tell her to buy what she want
I ain't hearin' that shit that you talkin' 'bout
[Verse 11]
Shut the fuck up, I got money now
Written by: Brandon Phillips-Taylor, Charles Stepney, Deante' Hitchcock, Destin Route, Minnie Riperton, Richard Rudolph