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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Juice WRLD
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jarad Higgins
Songwriter
Nicholas Mira
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Nick Mira
Producer
benny blanco
Recording Engineer
Cashmere Cat
Recording Engineer
Chris Sclafani
Recording Engineer
Max Lord
Recording Engineer
Dave Kutch
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Intro]
What you on, Mike P?
What you on?
[Intro]
Money on me, hunnid on me (Hunnid)
Money on me (Hunnid, hunnid)
Money on me (Aye)
Hunnid on me (Hunnid, hunnid)
[Chorus]
Money on me, hunnid on me
Bro gon' catch a body, then he flee the scene
I still put the G-Star on my jeans
She ask me if I love her, only in her dreams
Keep my stick on me, make you bleed
Would have never shot you if you let me be
Young Rich ****, that's a guarantee
I be with them killers like Jeffrey
[Verse 1]
No Dahmer, I'm a problem
You a goon, cool, I got goblins
Fuck with me, make you leak like a faucet
Mix the liquor up, skrrt, now I'm nauseous
I don't sip the lean, used to love codeine 'cause I love to dream
Now I mix Henny with the Rémy 'cause I love to drink
And I don't love to think
Feel like I'm finna puke, can't do it on the mink, me
Money on the way, what is the hold up, hold up?
I can't drive, still hit a donut
Nineteen, multi-millionaire
Ain't no lookin' back, all that broke shit dead
[Chorus]
Money on me, hunnid on me
Bro gon' catch a body, then he flee the scene
I still put the G-Star on my jeans
She ask me if I love her, only in her dreams
Keep my stick on me, make you bleed
Would have never shot you if you let me be
Young Rich ****, that's a guarantee
I be with them killers like Jeffrey
[Verse 2]
I get drunk and act a fool
If you want an altercation, put you on the news
With the channel crew
They know I be makin' moves
W Gang, I can't ever lose, like your boyfriend
I can never be a fool like your boyfriend
He a bitch, ****, I went to school with your boyfriend
Real as hell, I came from my move like your boyfriend
Next thing you know, she want me to be her boyfriend
That's how the shit go, she do coke, I gotta make it snow
Pull up with the pole like, "Who want smoke?"
L-O-L to the bank, richer than a joke
[Chorus]
Money on me, hunnid on me
Bro gon' catch a body, then he flee the scene
I still put the G-Star on my jeans
She ask me if I love her, only in her dreams
Keep my stick on me, make you bleed
Would have never shot you if you let me be
Young Rich ****, that's a guarantee
I be with them killers like Jeffrey
Written by: Jarad Higgins, Magnus August Høiberg, Nicholas Mira, Nick Mira, benny blanco