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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Money Man
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tysen Jay Bolding
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
CorMill
Producer
Nicolas De Porcel
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Yeah, big ass baguettes on my neck
Run up that set then go purchase a jet
When I hit from the back got my hand on her neck
I'ma crack for the gang, I put that on the set, yeah
Shoutout to MGM, nah, I won't let you
Take shit from me so I'm keepin' that money
She down for me so I'm treatin' her special
I bossed her up now she living way better
Burnin' on vegan, we sippin' on juice, went and got me a Naked
How many whips? I'm a foreign collector
She say she diggin' my beard and my freckles
I gotta get me some M's, I can't settle
I get right up, go to work, ain't no breakfast
I shoot 'em right in the chest now he breathless
I want that motherfuckin' cake in excess, yeah
[Verse 2]
She my lil' queen, if she steps, she ain't mean it
But she really freaky, I lowered my beanie
I'm learnin', I'm readin', got soldiers, I feed 'em
We don't get defeated, we swipin' some pieces
We purchasin' pieces, my teammate from Cali
So I brought all my pieces on my plastic
A Mastercard, nah, it's a Visa
I told her, "Go walk on a plane with a reefer"
I love when lil shawty get deeper and deeper
[Verse 3]
He pay me crypto then do a lil feature
Kick so much game **** think I'm a teacher
Without no shoes I might walk on the water like Jesus, yeah
She wanna be in my business
She wanna come soak up this game I'm exuding, we warriors
Hang out the window with sticks and we shootin'
My car is a foreign, the inside polluted
With smoke from the zomb, induced
The hybrid is quality, I get the best of the best to produce it
The head game is quality, she give me face while I'm cruisin' and movin'
I'm tryna get better and better, so everyday I am improvin'
Too much stress on my mind
I'ma fire up lil paper and reduce it
[Verse 4]
Yeah, I love the way you killin' these hoes with yo' walk and yo' talk
Bitch, I'm a whale, I'm too big for a shark
My jewelry hit and it shine in the dark
I got too many strains to just choose one
You can't get in the game if you won't shoot none
I done fucked her all night, she was too fun
I got stamina, I do ten mile runs
I might fuck around and cop a duplex
I paid two K to get in this Dior vest
And my chick out in 'Zona be bussin' checks
She got profiles and I swear her shit the best
Made it rain in V Live and we left a mess
Talkin' to the plug, tryna see how low he'll get
I'ma motherfuckin' boss, you don't know that yet
I'ma walk in the mall, I'ma blow a check
I'ma pull out the fire, I'ma blow the TEC
[Verse 5]
He pay me crypto then do a lil feature
Kick so much game **** think I'm a teacher
Without no shoes I might walk on the water like Jesus, yeah
She wanna be in my presence
She wanna come soak up this game I'm exuding, we warriors
Hang out the window with sticks and we shootin'
My car is a foreign, the inside polluted
With smoke from the zomb, induced
The hybrid is quality, I get the best of the best to produce it
The head game is quality, she give me face while I'm cruisin' and movin'
I'm tryna get better and better, so everyday I am improvin'
Too much stress on my mind
I'ma fire up lil paper and reduce it
Written by: Corliss Waitman, Sina Dadashi, Tysen Jay Bolding