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YOUNG THUG, NICKI MINAJ & JUICE WRLD x MONEY | REACTION !
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Juice WRLD
Juice WRLD
Vocals
Nicki Minaj
Nicki Minaj
Vocals
Young Thug
Young Thug
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jeffery Williams
Jeffery Williams
Songwriter
Dwan Avery
Dwan Avery
Songwriter
Jarad Higgins
Jarad Higgins
Songwriter
Leland Wayne
Leland Wayne
Songwriter
Onika Maraj
Onika Maraj
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Aubry "Big Juice" Delaine
Aubry "Big Juice" Delaine
Recording Engineer
Maxlord
Maxlord
Recording Engineer
Charlie Heat
Charlie Heat
Producer
Alex Tumay
Alex Tumay
Recording Engineer
Flo Ongonga
Flo Ongonga
Recording Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
BAINZ
BAINZ
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Some people say it's folly, but I'd rather have the lolly
With money, you can make a smash
There is nothing quite as wonderful as money, money, money, money
There is nothing like a newly minted pound
Money, money, money, money
Everyone must hanker for the butchness of a banker
It's accountancy that makes the world go 'round, 'round, 'round, 'round
You can keep your Marxist ways, for it's only just a phase
Money, money, money makes the world go 'round
Who made the beat? Charlie
[Chorus]
Monte Carlo, big sharks on my ankles
Monte Carlo
I drape out all my broads, Cartier bangles
Cartier bangles
I go military boys with the angles
Grrah-grrah-grrah, phew-phew
Gotta upgrade the stars, outer space for me
'Lotta blue cash in a rubber band
'Lotta blue cash on the rubber bands
Mount it—, she in Barbie land
She in Barbie land
Tropicana diamonds, rock 'em by the tens
Rock 'em by the tens
I'm just drinkin' Act', Kurt Cobain
[Verse 1]
Fresh to death, Gucci on my tomb
My chopper sing, it need autotune
Bad bitch in my hotel room
Take a Perky right before we fuck, then act a fool
Sad money, I got blue face diamonds
I'm at the top, and I'ma keep on climbin'
I got a **** on my hip, no silence
My mama told me, "Don't trust nobody"
Damn, mama, you seen it comin'
That's why I don't keep this heat for nothin'
Try me, then you're gettin' one
On God
Plus one, and a couple more, uh
Thirty shots when I am all done
Right, right? Did I do the math right?
Stomp 'em out, wrath in my Rafs, feel my wrath
[Chorus]
Monte Carlo, big sharks on my ankles
Monte Carlo
I drape out all my broads, Cartier bangles
Cartier bangles
I go military boys with the angles
Grrah-grrah-grrah, phew-phew
Gotta upgrade the stars, outer space for me
'Lotta blue cash in a rubber band
'Lotta blue cash on the rubber bands
Mount it—, she in Barbie land
She in Barbie land
Tropicana diamonds, rock 'em by the tens
Rock 'em by the tens
I'm just drinkin' Act', Kurt Cobain
[Verse 2]
Ayo
Lettin' him get up in it when he came home
After a long bid, you know that sex game strong
Headed to the grip, baby, hang on
Ding-dong got that Alexander Wang on
Wait, free Thug
She heard that he eatin' my, "Hehe", did the facepalm
Pretty no makeup, I ain't have to put my face on
Stay in your lane, don't get gassed at that station
Give him the chills, I got him head over heels
Suckin' my toes while he massagin' my heels
He wanna lick the wrapper, no Chance
They tryna ride my wave, but they end up on the sand
I got wild hitters and hustlers all on my payroll
Type of **** hit the block, move the crack and that yayo
I got wild chicas who do whatever I say so
'Bout that dinero, so, if you want me you gotta peso
Just put a couple grand in some rubber bands
Bitches want my look, couldn't get a glance
They wonder what I gross like, my name was Lance
It's Barbie, bitch, just dropped like twenty mil' on Barbie Land
[Chorus]
Monte Carlo, big sharks on my ankles
Monte Carlo
I drape out all my broads, Cartier bangles
Cartier bangles
I go military boys with the angles
Grrah-grrah-grrah, phew-phew
Gotta upgrade the stars, outer space for me
'Lotta blue cash in a rubber band
'Lotta blue cash on the rubber bands
Mount it—, she in Barbie land
She in Barbie land
Tropicana diamonds, rock 'em by the tens
Rock 'em by the tens
I'm just drinkin' Act', Kurt Cobain
Cobains
[Bridge]
Money on your dawg, they go—
Grrt
On the sidewalk like he gettin' a tan
Grrah
I grow micro-soft drinkin' oxygen
Grrah-grrah
Bitch, I been a boss since a Goddamn kid
Woo!
Hop out on the block with it
Make him do the cha-cha-cha
I rode the Dropbox with your bae and I got my rocks off
I got my rocks off
She sucked the socks off of me and they was Gucci
Woo!
I bent her over in the Bentley Spur and I didn't eat her coochie
On God
I'm livin' life as a pimp
I'll put a bitch on your shrimp
I'm high in the sky like a blimp
Ooh, I'll cop a Rolls-Royce first attempt
What's the definition of real? Yeah, yeah, yeah
When you kneel, yeah, yeah, yeah
You just showin' you steal, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Let's go
[Outro]
Money, money, money, money
Money, money, money, money
Money, money, money, money
Money, money, money, money
Money, money, money makes the—
Money, money, money makes the—
Money, money, money makes the world go 'round
Money, money, money, money
Money, money, money, money
Money
Written by: Eric Idle, Ernest Brown, Jarad Higgins, Jeffery Williams, John Gould, Onika Maraj
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