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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fousheé
Fousheé
Vocals
Lil Uzi Vert
Lil Uzi Vert
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Miguel Angeles
Miguel Angeles
Songwriter
Molly Ama Montgomery
Molly Ama Montgomery
Songwriter
Symere Woods
Symere Woods
Songwriter
Brittany Foushee
Brittany Foushee
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Miguel Angeles
Miguel Angeles
Producer
Spencer Dennis
Spencer Dennis
Recording Engineer
Trevor Taylor
Trevor Taylor
Assistant Producer
Ivan Handwerk
Ivan Handwerk
Assistant Engineer
Dale Becker
Dale Becker
Mastering Engineer
Noah McCorkle
Noah McCorkle
Assistant Engineer
Katie Harvey
Katie Harvey
Assistant Engineer
Fili Filizzola
Fili Filizzola
Assistant Engineer
Benjamin Thomas
Benjamin Thomas
Recording Engineer
Jeff Ellis
Jeff Ellis
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Skater prick, used to have a basic bitch
Hit a lick and piqued my interest
I could drive a stick, cook a breakfast
Do you comprehend? We could make the Forbes list
Can't help, can't help myself if I want you all to myself
And I can't get ahold of myself and I can't take a no for my health
It's in the safe, but it should be in my purse
Don't say you love me, it eventually just hurts
Married to the money, so it won't lead to divorce
You know there's nothing worse, uh
Death to my ego, you're the one taking a loss
She's just your shadow, when we both could be the boss
We could move so freely and not worry 'bout the cost
Just spend that money, yeah
Spend that money, baby, spend that money, yeah
Spend that money, baby, spend that money, yeah
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Spend that money, yeah
Spend that money, baby, spend that money, yeah
Don't wanna pressure you, guess I wish the best to you
When you get bored, I'll move on with someone better than you
Why would you pass me up? I could be right next to you
I shouldn't gas you up, stupid little air balloon
This morning I was dead, thoughts was in my head, yeah
Made my own bed, left your text on read, yeah
Didn't take my meds, switched it out with PEDs
Looked at no review instead, should've covered all of your treads
Should've covered all of your treads
Did you even hear what I said?
I was almost flying home
I could change your mind and tone
But now the time is gone, gone
My mind is far from average
And I found out you were basic, bitch
And I can't even take this shit
I'd rather be alone and rich
I'd rather be alone and rich
I'd rather be alone and rich
I'd rather be alone and rich
It's in the safe, but it should be in my purse
Don't say you love me, it eventually just hurts
Married to the money, so it won't lead to divorce
You know there's nothing worse, uh
Death to my ego, you're the one taking a loss
She's just your shadow, when we both could be the boss
We could move so freely and not worry 'bout the cost
Just spend that money, yeah, uh
Spend that money, baby, spend that money, yeah
Spend that money, baby, spend that money, yeah
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Spend that money, yeah
Spend the money, baby, spend that money, ya
Written by: Britanny Fousheé, Miguel Angeles, Molly Ama Montgomery, Symere Woods
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