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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Money Man
Money Man
Vocals
Danny Towers
Danny Towers
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tysen Jay Bolding
Tysen Jay Bolding
Songwriter
Mario Danielle Torres
Mario Danielle Torres
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Zaytoven
Zaytoven
Producer
Tomario Wilson
Tomario Wilson
Recording Engineer
Skyler Gibbons
Skyler Gibbons
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Zaytoven Yeah, jewelry gang in this motherfucker I got my nigga Danny in this bitch with me New McLaren, another Aston Martin, damn, I can't decide Only problem that I got is what car I'm gon' drive Tryna rob Big Money, nigga must wanna die Nigga stupid, how the fuck you ran up without your fire? In the field in Humboldt, trappin' with them cutthroats When we push up with them Chopsticks, all you see is gun smoke Told my bitch to go on and leave, you'll never find another me After I finish makin' this song, I'm finna go and sell some P's Told my partners, "No mistakes you make one you'll get penalized" Took the plug off 'cause when he served me, he ain't look me in the eyes I'm a street smart nigga, I ain't read no books I ain't simpin', I can't buy a 304 a pocketbook Purple Cybertruck, it look just like a bale of the candy Come and get a blick and clock, nigga, welcome to the family In a 9-11 coupe, I'm ridin' through them backstreets With my Chico, we was servin' Mary Kate, the Ashley He told me how to whip it, now we livin' lavishly I put my elbow in that bowl until that bitch get ashy Got hit with a bad batch, lil' bro, we ain't servin' that Could 'till be in the trap, but I got rich off murder rap From my denim went Satoshi, I know you ain't heard of that My own dog got me blitzed, I can't believe I served a rat I can't believe I served a snake, I'm doin' a 100 on 408 I love the love, I love the hate, long as it don't take none off my plate You woke up thinkin' 'bout some ass, I woke up thinkin' 'bout some pape' I fell in love with trappin' bubba, l always knew I'd make e'm shake Trap spot like a drive-through, nigga, come and slide through Try and run off with them bands, I'ma come and find you If you wasn't talkin' 'bout no work, we would've never lined you Like What the fuck is you gon' do if them crackers get behind you? We make niggas tuck they jewelry, take that mission night shit back We ain't finna rob you pussy nigga, sit down and relax Yeah, sit down and be cool, we can't be stressin' 'bout no gnat My lil' bro bustin' off an M, he got a monkey on his back
Writer(s): Mario Danielle Torres, Tysen Jay Bolding Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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