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Songer
Songer
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Songer
Songer
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Arnold Gumi
Arnold Gumi
Producer
Kid Snow
Kid Snow
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Sex on the beach ain't a cocktail round here, bruddah
There's sand in her cheeks
Two grand in a week
I'll take it
But real life, man, I want two grand when I speak
[Verse 2]
That's (Money)
Me, I wanna make, uh
Me, I wanna make two grand when I breathe
That's (Money)
If not, then I see it as peak
Two grand for a show, my brudda
That's (Funny)
[Verse 3]
Quick text from the woman I love
Got drunk, put her batty on my private story
It's an inside joke when horny
Laughin' it off, still drunk in the morning
Order somethin' or two, get a pizza
Life still bangs when you're living all (Bummy)
Wake up next day, took a pic of myself
Still clean, still lookin' like (Money)
[Verse 4]
Out for the night, nice bottle of the Malbec
Quick ball game with the boys got heated
Can't play myself anymore
'Cause I played myself till I got completed
Leng girl walked in, got seated
My boy looked up, had to tell him I jeeted
But half of my body count secret
Can't let her man think deh pon my beatings
My girl woke me up with a kiss on the neck
Beg Nike, that ain't what I did for the cheques
Two step, mic check, five figure for the set
Man like me
Katie and Harvey, my surname's pricey
Allow me
Your bank balance lookin' like the front of an Audi
Zero
Peak
Shout me
Hot box cloudy
I want so much P, I could outbid Saudi
[Verse 5]
I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' myself
Next day, wake up still feelin like–
I'm feelin' myself
If I walk with a smile, don't ask
This ain't shit
[Verse 6]
I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' myself
Next day, wake up still feelin like–
I'm feelin' myself
If I walk with a smile, don't ask
This ain't shit
[Verse 7]
Sex on the beach ain't a cocktail round here, bruddah
There's sand in her cheeks
Two grand in a week, I'll take it
But real life, man, I want two grand when I speak
[Verse 8]
That's (Money)
Me, I wanna make, uh
Me, I wanna make two grand when I breathe
That's (Money)
If not, then I see it as peak
Two grand for a show, my brudda
That's (Funny)
[Verse 9]
Quick text from the woman I love
Got drunk, put her batty on my private story
It's an inside joke when horny
Laughin' it off, still drunk in the morning
Order somethin' or two, get a pizza
Life still bangs when you're living all (Bummy)
Wake up next day, took a pic of myself
Still clean, still lookin' like (Money)
[Verse 10]
Still lookin' like money
Money
Still lookin' like money
Money
Still lookin' like money
Money
Still lookin' like money
Written by: James Songer
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