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PERFORMING ARTISTS
NLE Choppa
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bryson Potts
Songwriter
Alex Petit
Songwriter
Carlos Munoz
Songwriter
Carter Lang
Songwriter
Daniel Raab
Songwriter
Dounia Aznou
Songwriter
Jordan Ware
Songwriter
Kiowa Roukema
Songwriter
Taurus Bartlett
Songwriter
Turrell Sims
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dave Huffman
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Harrison Holmes
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Tiernan Cranny
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Aaron Mattes
Mixing Engineer
Carter Lang
Producer
CashMoneyAp
Producer
Daniel Moras
Producer
Jordan Ware
Producer
Los Hendrix
Producer
YuMe
Producer
YoungKio
Producer
Lyrics
(CashMoneyAP)
Thumbin'
Mm, through, blue hundreds, yeah
'Lotta, money (Kio, Kio)
I say, ayy (ayy)
Rubber band hundreds, this sh- keep on comin'
I'm th-th-th, th-th-th, th-th-th-thumbin' (th-th-th-thumbin')
Move like a mummy, the drugs got him slumped
He a ju-ju-ju, ju-ju-ju, ju-ju-ju-junkie (ju-ju-ju-junkie)
Add to the convo if it's about money
I'm th-th-th, th-th-th, th-th-th-thumbin' (th-th-th-thumbin')
Used to be bummy, turned nothin' to somethin'
Now I got my bank account ju-ju-ju-jumpin' (ju-ju-ju-jumpin')
Rubber band hundreds, this sh- keep on comin'
I'm th-th-th, th-th-th, th-th-th-thumbin' (th-th-th-thumbin')
Move like a mummy, the drugs got him slumped
He a ju-ju-ju, ju-ju-ju, ju-ju-ju-junkie (ju-ju-ju-junkie)
Add to the convo if it's about money
I'm th-th-th, th-th-th, th-th-th-thumbin' (th-th-th-thumbin')
Used to be bummy, turned nothin' to somethin'
Now I got my bank account ju-ju-ju-jumpin' (ju-ju-ju-jumpin')
Hundred band, hundred band, guns in the Sprinter van
Never play middleman, we gotta get a man (we gotta get a man)
If I don't feel a man, we gotta kill a man
Spin like a ceilin' fan, not for the dividends (grrt-grrt, grrt-grrt)
Reapin' the benefits like he an immigrant (ayy)
Lot of artillery, special delivery (ayy)
Show my agility and my ability
Go on a killin' spree like we the military (let's go, let's go)
Play with my cash, and I'm on your a-
Like the pockets on the back of your pants (back of your pants)
Lay on my stash like it was a mattress
Pillowcase filled up with my bands (up with my bands)
Couple grand in the addict, 'nother grand like magic, that's mathematics
Gettin' paid is a habit, ballin' like I was a Maverick or John Madden
Rubber band hundreds (grrrt), this sh- keep on comin'
I'm th-th-th, th-th-th, th-th-th-thumbin' (th-th-th-thumbin')
Move like a mummy, the drugs got him slumped
He a ju-ju-ju, ju-ju-ju, ju-ju-ju-junkie (ju-ju-ju-junkie)
Add to the convo if it's about money
I'm th-th-th, th-th-th, th-th-th-thumbin' (th-th-th-thumbin')
Used to be bummy, turned nothin' to somethin'
Now I got my bank account ju-ju-ju-jumpin' (ju-ju-ju-jumpin')
Rubber band hundreds, this sh- keep on comin'
I'm th-th-th, th-th-th, th-th-th-thumbin' (th-th-th-thumbin')
Move like a mummy, the drugs got him slumped
He a ju-ju-ju, ju-ju-ju, ju-ju-ju-junkie (ju-ju-ju-junkie)
Add to the convo if it's about money
I'm th-th-th, th-th-th, th-th-th-thumbin' (th-th-th-thumbin')
Used to be bummy, turned nothin' to somethin'
Now I got my bank account ju-ju-ju-jumpin' (ju-ju-ju-jumpin')
I'm thumbin' through bands and racks
Deep in that water, b-, it ain't no friends in that
First n- playin' get whacked
Scope on a new Glock, I got a lens attached
Like my shooter got aim assist
He bound to hit anything that he blammin' at
Catch him and bang him quick
Empty the clip, 12 hollows gon' lay in his back, uh
Uh, money counters beepin'
Blue strip dreams while I'm sleepin'
.40 with a beam if they creepin'
Too Turnt Gang what I'm bleedin'
Snatch who chain? Bi-, I'm squeezin'
Bullets patch his brain, he ain't breathin'
Was posted in the rain with some heathens
Look how far I came, they can't believe it
Rubber band hundreds, this sh- keep on comin'
I'm th-th-th, th-th-th, th-th-th-thumbin' (th-th-th-thumbin')
Move like a mummy, the drugs got him slumped
He a ju-ju-ju, ju-ju-ju, ju-ju-ju-junkie (ju-ju-ju-junkie)
Add to the convo if it's about money
I'm th-th-th, th-th-th, th-th-th-thumbin' (th-th-th-thumbin')
Used to be bummy, turned nothin' to somethin'
Now I got my bank account ju-ju-ju-jumpin' (ju-ju-ju-jumpin')
Rubber band hundreds, this sh- keep on comin'
I'm th-th-th, th-th-th, th-th-th-thumbin' (th-th-th-thumbin')
Move like a mummy, the drugs got him slumped
He a ju-ju-ju, ju-ju-ju, ju-ju-ju-junkie (ju-ju-ju-junkie)
Add to the convo if it's about money
I'm th-th-th, th-th-th, th-th-th-thumbin' (th-th-th-thumbin')
Used to be bummy, turned nothin' to somethin'
Now I got my bank account ju-ju-ju-jumpin' (ju-ju-ju-jumpin')
Writer(s): Jordan Maillard Ware, Alex Christian Jean Petit, Carter Lang, Taurus Tremani Bartlett, Bryson Lashun Potts, Kiowa Roukema, Carlos Munoz, Daniel Moras Raab, Turrell Thomas Sims, Dylan De Graaff, Hans Noomen
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