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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Skrilla
Vocals
Rob49
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jemille Edwards
Songwriter
Timothy Adie
Songwriter
Robert Coleman Thomas
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Thankutimmy
Producer
Mohammed Rashid
Mixing Engineer
Dave Huffman
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Intro]
The biggest in it
In Killadelphia with real killers, man
Floor
Thank you, Timmy boy
[Verse 1]
Uh, fuck me on that money
Told the bitch to drop it low and shake that ass and do it slow and fuck me on that money
Fuck me on that money
Pullin' up brand new machine, so fresh, so clean, feel like a pimp
Bitch, where the fuck my money?
Fuck me on that money
For that munyun get you done, yeah, for a Funyun, I got racks, can kill the fuck I wanted
Snotty bitch, bitch, wipe your nose
MIA, I'm with the Zoes
24K, my shit straight gold, that's what the fuck I wanted
[Verse 2]
Fuck me on that money (Money)
I done spent a check on hats, an M on clothes, a quarter in the streets, another million comin' (Comin')
Fuck me on that money
Wrist paid, neck paid, mouth paid, this ain't come from Johnny Dang, I'm bustin' (I'm bustin')
Fuck me on that money
Know that munyun get you done, yeah, I realize these rappers fake and these **** ain't put nothin' under (Under)
Fuck me on that money
**** linkin' up with rats, what the fuck?
I'm the biggest in it, Big 4 would never (Never)
Beaucoup chains in a fast car, still fuck bad broads, leave when trap call
I ain't got no motherfuckin' big dog, broski in the trenches and he crack cards
Get a top, top, hundred grand large (Woo)
I don't buy jewelry, I buy hot cars
Zombieland
If you love me, get me tatted (Yeah, it's me)
You want a VM chain, you gotta put somethin' in a casket, yeah
[Verse 3]
30K spent on my wrist when I ain't even have it (Goddamn)
I ain't in to buyin' jewelry, I buy Percs and ratchets (Yeah, it's Skrilla)
I just bought a striker, candy paint interior Oreo (Skrrt)
7.62s stuffed inside the mag', like who is next to go?
Bippin' in the bity, hard body, ain't nobody standin' me (No man)
Zombie walkin', havin' lick, but ain't nobody jammin' me (Uh)
Fuck me on that money (Money, money)
In the bank with all killers, straight dealers, hundred rounds inside the mag', who want it? (Yeah, on God)
Fuck me on that money
Man, these **** don't be actin' what they rappin', stop believin' what they preachin'
Bloody baptize like a deacon
Eleguá do what I need him (Eleguá)
My Orunla what I wanted and Ogun protect the haunted
Fuck me on that money
Pull up too trim two deep in Suburban's, Maybach backseats got the curtains (Skrrt)
Shooters shoot shit on purpose
Fuck me on that money, stupid bitch
[Outro]
Yeah, it's me
Written by: Jemille Edwards, Robert Coleman Thomas, Timothy Adie