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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Busta Rhymes
Busta Rhymes
Vocals
Young Thug
Young Thug
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Trevor Smith
Trevor Smith
Songwriter
Jeffery Williams
Jeffery Williams
Songwriter
Maximus McFarlin
Maximus McFarlin
Songwriter
Elin E Zamora
Elin E Zamora
Songwriter
Marcello Valenzano
Marcello Valenzano
Songwriter
Andre Lyon
Andre Lyon
Songwriter
L. Delano Baker
L. Delano Baker
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Cool & Dre
Cool & Dre
Producer
Lovi
Lovi
Producer
Maximus McFarlin
Maximus McFarlin
Additional Producer
Elin E Zamora
Elin E Zamora
Additional Producer
Stan Greene
Stan Greene
Mixing Engineer
Angad 'Bainz' Bains
Angad 'Bainz' Bains
Mixing Engineer
Delanie Leyden
Delanie Leyden
Recording Engineer
Jodie Grayson Williams
Jodie Grayson Williams
Recording Engineer
Paul Joasil
Paul Joasil
Assistant Engineer
Sonny Charles
Sonny Charles
Assistant Engineer
Master Plan
Master Plan
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Okay
Thugger
Aye, Bust, what up big bro?
I got you, Five
[PreChorus]
Uh, gotta go to a lil' accountant (Lil' accountant)
Pickin' up a hundred thousand dollars (Up a hundred thousand dollars)
And I want it all cash (Want it all cash, ****)
Try to put it all in my pocket (Put it all in my pocket, yeah)
And it's all saucey (Saucey)
Never hang around no pussies (Pussy)
I'm 'bout to turn out that pussy (Turn out that pussy)
I'm 'bout to announce that pussy
[Chorus]
Movin', I been gettin' to this money (Okay)
A lot of **** with me and they hungry (Okay)
Do this shit for everyone that love me (Okay)
Till we fuckin' up the planet and the country (Okay)
[Verse 1]
Going Wu-Tang with the blues, ooh
Going Mr. T with the jewels, ooh
Get sucked off by your boo, ooh
I ain't never kickin' no spooks
**** say he thinkin' bout who? Ooh
Bitch called rape 'bout who? Who?
E'rything bad for the news, ooh
Rich ****, still eatin' noodles (Noodles)
Gettin' to the money, lil' **** (Lil' ****, lil' ****)
Problem, lil' ****? (Lil' ****)
Make it rain on your hundred, lil' **** (Yeah, lil' ****)
Make this shit money, lil' ****
Diamonds on bang, yeah, oh, yeah, yeah
Pockets on bang, yeah, oh, yeah, yeah
Hooked like Phonics, oh, yeah, yeah
Higher than the sun, oh, yeah, yeah
Yo, **** drinkin' on Actavis
Put a twelve in a two, that **** dead
Dead till the mornin'
**** got taped until the mornin', yeah
**** been breakin' up homes, hol' on
**** wanna buyin' out the mall (Mall)
Tell me if you rakin' out the bottles
[PreChorus]
Okay, gotta go to a lil' accountant (Lil' accountant)
Pickin' up a hundred thousand dollars (Up a hundred thousand dollars)
And I want it all cash (Want it all cash, ****)
Try to put it all in my pocket (Put it all in my pocket, yeah)
And it's all saucey (Saucey)
Never hang around no pussies (Pussy)
I'm 'bout to turn out that pussy (Turn out that pussy)
I'm 'bout to announce that pussy
[Chorus]
Movin', I been gettin' to this money (Okay)
A lot of **** with me and they hungry (Okay)
Do this shit for everyone that love me (Okay)
Till we fuckin' up the planet and the country (Okay)
[Verse 2]
Hurry up, deliver my bread to me, pronto (Yeah)
**** lyin', noses is curlin' like Gonzo (Curlin' like Gonzo)
While I'm steamin' at Roscoe, I got you **** learning when I be burnin' that fronto (Ah)
Blood clot (Mhm)
**** better know it's only one (One)
Godfather over every don (Don)
Watch all the people dem ah sing mi song from here to London-don
Gun going, "Bang," fuck up everyone (Eh)
She get overwhelmin' when a **** pull up, who you talkin' to?
You little bacteria ****, I disinfect when I catch every single one of you (Haha)
She be killin' from here to Ghana (Ghana)
You see the way we drippin', the latest Dolce Gabbana ('Bana)
Drippin' like I'm wearing a couple gallon of water
Throw this money, take her home, and I'm probably pokin' your mother (Ah)
Yeah, shit crack **** till the back click good
And I wish a little bad bitch would (Trust me)
Shoot 'em now they freeze quick, never seen her act this hood (Oh, shit)
You see the way we shinin', it's like somebody brighten
The light up on this diamond (The light up on this diamond)
See, most these **** lyin' when it's comin' to these verses
We got these **** fightin' (Goddamn)
Look, we got 'em so scared, paranoid, shakin' in they boots, oh, Lord
Got 'em waitin' for the truth, oh, Lord
See the way I be bakin' the boof, oh, Lord
You don't want it, on God (Give it to 'em)
****, you can't contain 'em, you better let 'em out
Fuckin' up the beat like her pussy, yeah, when I stretch it out (Ha)
Smoke a guy 'fore you better see you should test it out (Ha)
Fuck you debating with **** on who the best about?
[PreChorus]
Gotta go to a lil' accountant (Lil' accountant)
Pickin' up a hundred thousand dollars (Up a Hundred thousand dollars)
And I want it all cash (Want it all cash, ****)
Try to put it all in my pocket (Put it all in my pocket, yeah)
And it's all saucey (Saucey)
Never hang around no pussies (Pussy)
I'm 'bout to out down that pussy (Turn out that pussy)
I'm 'bout to announce that pussy
[Chorus]
Movin', I been gettin' to this money (Okay)
A lot of **** with me and they hungry (Okay)
Do this shit for everyone that love me (Okay)
Till we fuckin' up the planet and the country (Okay)
Movin', I been gettin' to this money (Okay)
A lot of **** with me and they hungry (Okay)
Do this shit for everyone that love me (Okay)
Till we fuckin' up the planet and the country (Okay)
[Outro]
Okay, okay
Okay, okay
Written by: Andre Lyon, Elin E Zamora, Jeffery Williams, L. Delano Baker, Marcello Valenzano, Maximilian McFarlin, Trevor Smith
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