Music Video

Jackboy - What's Mine Is Yours (Official Video) feat. Money Man
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jackboy
Jackboy
Vocals
Money Man
Money Man
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joseph Boyden
Joseph Boyden
Composer
Pierre Delince
Pierre Delince
Songwriter
Te Whiti Warbrick
Te Whiti Warbrick
Composer
Tysen Jay Bolding
Tysen Jay Bolding
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
SickDrumz
SickDrumz
Producer
Alex Tumay
Alex Tumay
Mixing Engineer
Nacor Zuluaga
Nacor Zuluaga
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Andrew Kim
Andrew Kim
Assistant Mixing Engineer
SephGotTheWaves
SephGotTheWaves
Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]
(SephGotTheWaves)
(SickDrumz)
[Chorus]
What mines is yours, what you see, you can have it
Rich ****, I could spoil you with Pateks
Rich ****, always stand on my word
My ex played and got kicked to the curb
Ain't actin' right, then you're bound to get left
Ain't playin' right, think we needed a ref
Stress-free, kill they ass with success
Lord, bless me, I moved my mom out the 'jects
[Verse 1]
Lord, bless me, I had to go buy a Demon
Told lil' bro, "Pack the heat," 'cause these **** be schemin'
He go with his mood and lil' bro go to squeezin'
I go make my move, he be dead by the weekend
It won't take much for me to get your ass gone
Only feel like a killer when he on his phone
These **** be pussy, these hoes'll be sloots
I came with my shooter, she fuckin' my troops
Salute to the **** who havin' the loot
Started from the end, now we havin' motion
I told 'em I'll get it, they thought I was jokin'
Now I feel like fuck the world, no Trojan
VVS diamonds on my chain, I'm glowin'
Got this ho tryna give me brain, she foreign
Lil' bitch tryna suck away my soul
Nut on her face, aim straight for the nose
[Chorus]
What mines is yours, what you see, you can have it
Rich ****, I could spoil you with Pateks
Rich ****, always stand on my word
My ex played and got kicked to the curb
Ain't actin' right, then you're bound to get left
Ain't playin' right, think we needed a ref
Stress-free, kill they ass with success
Lord, bless me, I moved my mom out the 'jects
[Verse 2]
Put the switch on it, now the glizzy automatic
Bullets hit him, they gon' make his bones shatter
Hundred rounds make a whole crowd scatter
Scammers, they can go and hack bank data
Drippin' like I'm finna hit the Met Gala
Thick bitch at the show, tryna call after
I got a ARPs and FNs if a **** come back
Fuck that petty money, I want real M's
These ain't clout stones, you see real gems
100K for the AP wristband
Caught him down bad, he a dead man
Made a sacrifice, now I'm livin' better
If that's your private shit, chalk him down together
Take the stand, shit, I can never ever
Bar set, shit, I can never ever
[Chorus]
What mines is yours, what you see, you can have it
Rich ****, I could spoil you with Pateks
Rich ****, always stand on my word
My ex played and got kicked to the curb
Ain't actin' right, then you're bound to get left
Ain't playin' right, think we needed a ref
Stress-free, kill they ass with success
Lord, bless me, I moved my mom out the 'jects
Written by: Boyden, Te Whiti Te Rangitepaia Mataa Warbrick
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