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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Money Man
Vocals
Zaytoven
Performer
Trauma Tone
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tysen Jay Bolding
Songwriter
John Carrington Jr.
Songwriter
Xavier Dotson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Money Man
Recording Engineer
Zaytoven
Producer
Trauma Tone
Producer
Isaac "Soundsfromikey" Copeland
Mixing Engineer
Nicolas De Porcel
Mastering Engineer
Demitrius Lewis II
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Intro]
Zaytoven
Yeah, pussy
You know what the fuck we on, man
That shit just came in, ****
Hold on, pass me that real quick, man, pass me that shit
[Chorus]
I gotta weigh this shit up, wait a minute
I gotta go catch play, wait a minute
I gotta thumb through this shit, wait a minute
Too many sides, we over the limit
Mercedes, I serve out the window of Benzes
Shut the fuck up, let me handle this business
Give me a Glock, watch me handle my business
Give me a scale, watch me handle my business
I'ma get money as long as they print it
I'm havin' scripts like a pharmacy dentist
Put that shit on and these **** gon' mimic
Demon, I push it, you know I'm identical
Glock 43 and these bitches identical
**** ain't havin', they broke and they miserable
Better soak in all the flavor I spit to you
Stick on the drugs so this shit can get critical
[Verse 1]
I'm in the spot and I'm finna get to it
Go catch a play, then I'ma make me some music
If Big Money pull it, you know I'ma use it
These **** is funny, these **** amuse me
Just left from Neimans, I spilled a lil' thirty
Exotic pop, I be makin' it dirty
Just hit the grower, I told him to hurry
Black out the Spurs and these **** gon' scurry
Shop at your pussy, bitch, this shit electric
I haven't certified stones in my necklace
I'm havin' Salem weed, bitch, I'm connected
I'm sippin' dirty, that muddy for breakfast
Come get this shit and I ain't stickin' around
Money and money, I'm floodin' my town
Stackin' with me and I'm dickin' her down
Binary trigger, I'm lovin' the sound
Bottega trainers, I'm finna train 'em
Hundred pounds come in, it came on a trailer
Know I'm not trickin', you know I ain't payin'
Three different bitches, you know I'ma play it
Stupid-ass ****, he ain't even weighed
Took out the zip, you know how I play it
Beat all the odds, I feel like I made it
Run up my spot and that chopper gon' slay him
[Chorus]
I gotta weigh this shit out, wait a minute
I gotta go catch a play, wait a minute
I gotta thug through this shit, wait a minute
Too many sides, we over the limit
Mercedes, I serve out the window of Benzes
Shut the fuck up, let me handle this business
Give me a Glock, watch me handle my business
Give me a scale, watch me handle my business
I'ma get money as long as they print it
I'm havin' scripts like a pharmacy dentist
Put that shit on and these **** gon' mimic
Demon, I push it, you know I'm identical
Glock 43 and these bitches identical
**** ain't havin', they broke and they miserable
Better soak in all the flavor I spit to you
Stick on the drugs so this shit can get critical
Written by: John Carrington Jr., Tysen Jay Bolding, Xavier Dotson