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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kyle Banks
Kyle Banks
Rap
Bino Rideaux
Bino Rideaux
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kyle Banks
Kyle Banks
Songwriter
Travis Marsh
Travis Marsh
Songwriter
Brandon Rainey
Brandon Rainey
Songwriter
Joshua Morgan
Joshua Morgan
Songwriter
Jiovanni Romano
Jiovanni Romano
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Meez
Meez
Producer
Dave Huffman
Dave Huffman
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Travis Marsh
Travis Marsh
Producer
Arturo Aceves Jr
Arturo Aceves Jr
Mixing Engineer
LouieJi
LouieJi
Producer
Kurt Bradley
Kurt Bradley
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Getting money, you know the cash flow
Diamonds on me, I ain't no asshole
Fast money, you know we up, bro
Tell me, baby, now what they mad for?
Why these **** wanna hate on me?
And these bitches wanna wait on me
I'm not a player but the game on me
Thirty piece in these blue Amiri jeans
Got me feeling like the **** when I walk through
Big popping, baby, I can show you
And I ain't even capping tryna hold you
And stay around for a little bit
But we gon' see
Look
Got these **** shook up
All I did was pull up
He on weed, he on molly, I'm on liquor
Chilling with the gang, me and my ****, oh
Riding through the city on the freeway
Tonight I think I'm going to my old ways
It's red guts and we sitting on some forges
She heard my tape and now she thinking that she know me
She wanna ride, she wanna slide with a ****
She said she wanna spend some time with a winner
I could not lie, I wouldn't ride with them ****
Type of vibe that make you fly when you with us
They see the cash on me, baby, know I keep the racks on me
And these diamonds don't need no flash on me
Two hundred on the dash, can't let 'em pass on me, no
Getting money, you know the cash flow
Diamonds on me, I ain't no asshole
Fast money, you know we up, bro
Tell me baby, now what they mad for?
Why these **** wanna hate on me?
And these bitches wanna wait on me
I'm not a player but the game on me
Thirty piece in these blue Amiri jeans
Got me feeling like the **** when I walk through
Big popping, baby, I can show you
And I ain't even capping tryna hold you
And stay around for a little bit, but we gon' see
Racks, busting out my tech sweats
I got all these bitches bussing pussy in my text thread
Hundreds I been stacking, I got hundreds I'm investing
Main bitch shopping with my next bitch
Throwing long money, I got killers at the exits
Need a bitch to bend it down for me, I'mma step in
If he get involved, I'mma let my dog stretch him
Cut that **** off, he ain't real, God bless him
Do it like the old days, shorty keep it trill, she like bitches, she go both ways
I need you around, girl, I fuck with you the long way
I'ma get it right, I ain't going to get at you the wrong way
I got all the money, I've been trying to put you on, bae
Be the one I wake up in the morning
Girl, that **** lame
You need to leave that **** alone
Bust that pussy open
I want to be at where you throwing it
I got lil' shorty going in
Getting money, you know the cash flow
Diamonds on me, I ain't no asshole
Fast money, you know we up, bro
Tell me baby, now what they mad for?
Why these **** wanna hate on me?
And these bitches wanna wait on me
I'm not a player but the game on me
Thirty piece in these blue Amiri jeans
Got me feeling like the **** when I walk through
Big popping, baby, I can show you
And I ain't even capping tryna hold you
And stay around for a little bit
But we gon' see
Written by: Brandon Rainey, Jiovanni Romano, Joshua Morgan, Kyle Banks, Travis Marsh
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