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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Key Glock
Key Glock
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Markeyvius LaShun Cathey
Markeyvius LaShun Cathey
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
King Wonka
King Wonka
Producer
PEEZYMANE
PEEZYMANE
Mixing Engineer
Glenn Schick
Glenn Schick
Mastering Engineer
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Engineer
Mike Seaberg
Mike Seaberg
Engineer
Jacob Richards
Jacob Richards
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Chris Bhikoo
Chris Bhikoo
Assistant Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Mr. Glock Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (get the bag, King Wonka) Money on my mind (phew-phew), nigga, what the fuck you thought? (Thought) Hoppin' out that Maybach truck (phew-phew-phew), my pockets on Rick Ross (Ross, skrrt) I get it if I want it (phew-phew-phew), nigga, don't care about the cost (nah) I'm married to the money, I had to put these hoes on pause, yeah (yeah) Big money (phew-phew-phew), nigga, this how big money talk, yeah (money) Big money (phew-phew-phew), nigga, this how big money walk, yeah (yeah) Big, big knots, nigga, you know what I got, yeah (uh-yeah) I'ma get guap, nigga 'til my heart stop (yeah) And they put me in a box, I'm a nigga with a lot (yeah, yeah, yeah) Heard you niggas with the cops, I just sit back, watch and plot (huh, yeah) Six figures on a watch (phew), shit, I coulda bought a car (skrrt) Bitch, my chain cost a truck (skrrt-skrrt), spend it like I don't give no fuck (the fuck) "Glock, you always up to somethin'" (somethin'), bitch, I'm havin' money, money, yup (yup, yeah-yeah-yeah) 20, 50, hunnids (phew-phew), I be thumbin', thumbin', thumbin' (yeah) Big racks, Paul Bunyan, killin' tracks, Paul Burrell Click-clack (fah, fah, fah), they all scared, no cap, these rappers nerds (yeah) I'm sippin' on some syrup (ooh), l'ma waste it on my shirt, uh Higher than a bird (bird), I park my Benz right on the curb, uh (ooh) I ain't gotta flirt, I feed her dick until she burp (Glizzock, yeah, yeah, yeah) She seen my pinky ring (yeah), and she damn near squirt, yeah (yeah) Big money (phew-phew-phew), nigga, I see you lil' niggas hurt, yeah Big money, nigga, this shit got me goin' berserk (yeah, yeah) Ayy, I just fucked this bitch so good (uh, phew), she had thought I popped a Perc' (yeah-yeah, uh) I put a nigga in a Wood and turn a nigga to some merch (ayy, fah) Yeah, I got too much dough, too much dough (phew-phew-phew), bitches comin' out they clothes (phew-phew-phew) I do a show, count my dough, might fuck a bitch, then hit the road (yeah-yeah) White Rolls, yellow gold, diamonds talk, Rosetta Stone Three tone, money long, yeah, you know what's goin' on (Glizock) Big money (phew-phew-phew), nigga, this how big money talk, yeah (money) Big money (phew-phew-phew), nigga, this how big money walk, yeah (yeah) Big, big knots, nigga, you know what I got, yeah (uh, yeah) I'ma get guap, nigga 'til my heart stop (yeah) And they put me in a box, I'm a nigga with a lot Heard you niggas with the cops, I just sit back, watch and plot Six figures on a watch (skrrt), shit, I coulda bought a car Bitch, my chain cost a truck (skrrt-skrrt), spend it like I don't give no fuck (the fuck) Yeah Cutthroat La Familia
Writer(s): Kai Fleming, Markeyvius Cathey Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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