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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bossman Dlow
Bossman Dlow
Vocals
Ice Spice
Ice Spice
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Devante McCreary
Devante McCreary
Songwriter
Isis Gaston
Isis Gaston
Songwriter
Eli Haire
Eli Haire
Songwriter
Olalekan Olabisi Akinyokunbo
Olalekan Olabisi Akinyokunbo
Songwriter
Stephen McInnis
Stephen McInnis
Songwriter
Patrick Parker
Patrick Parker
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Uno Reyes
Uno Reyes
Producer
Lako
Lako
Producer
Stevewoahhh
Stevewoahhh
Producer
BluNote
BluNote
Producer
Maddox "MaddMix" Chhim
Maddox "MaddMix" Chhim
Mixing Engineer
Sean Solymar
Sean Solymar
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Steve made this motherfucker here
Lako
Uno, you the GOAT
Yeah, Big Za
[Chorus]
I fell in love with money, blue hundreds and fifties
Show me that you love me, fuck me like you miss me (Yeah)
I'm sorry, that's your girl, but she comin' with me (Come here, bae)
I say, "Bae, this your world," I call her lil' Disney (Yeah)
Call me Pillsbury Dlow, I need more dough
Drop the top in that double R, let your hair blow
Shake that ass for that cash, throw it back like it's Thursday (Thursday)
Who pussy this is, baby? She say, "Oh, it's yours, bae" (Yours, bae)
[Verse 1]
Soon as they gave me the ball, I dunked like I'm Ja Morant
Security kicked me out the mall, I left dog shit in Saks (Shit in Saks)
Come get you a rich ****, bae, stop fuckin' with them lames (Lames)
I could be at an arcade, baby, I still don't play no game (No game)
I walked in the mall with thirty, fucked around and ran through it (Ran through it)
I put on for the streets, pretty bitches love trap music (Yeah)
Two hundred in the Gucci bag, fifty in a fanny pack (Yeah)
Two hundred on the dash, I'm drivin' like a maniac
Huh, twenty-four hour trap, we stay open, boy (We stay open, boy)
Huh, I ride nothin' but strikers like I'm bowlin', boy
Can't none of them boys stop me, we the ones gon' pop it (Gon' pop it)
I need mine ASAP, chain hittin' like Rocky
[Chorus]
I fell in love with money, blue hundreds and fifties
Show me that you love me, fuck me like you miss me (Yeah)
I'm sorry, that's your girl, but she comin' with me (Come here, bae)
I say, "Bae, this your world," I call her lil' Disney (Yeah)
Call me Pillsbury Dlow, I need more dough
Drop the top in that double R, let your hair blow
Shake that ass for that cash, throw it back like it's Thursday (Thursday)
Who pussy this is, baby? She say, "Oh, it's yours, bae" (Yours, bae)
[Verse 2]
Bad as fuck, I serve face (Like), bougie like my wordplay (Grrah)
Thought I was a good girl, then did his ass the worst way (Grrah)
Sayin' you don't like rich **** trickin', that's a poor take (Mm)
Think you can afford me? I'm like, "Are you sure, bae?" (Mm)
He just let his money talk (Grrah)
Cold as fuck, I give him chills, I like hundred dollar bills (Grrah)
Real right and I'm built nice (Damn), got him in his feels
Sittin' pretty in his Hellcat, he let me grip the wheel (Grrah)
Up and down his algorithm (Yeah), every pic I post is pain (Damn)
I put that on that shit for real (Grrah), broke hoes don't even know the name (Like)
Carti' frames, they throwin' shade, see me and get blown away (Grrah)
Keep it cute, just like when I post, he don't got no complaints
[Chorus]
I fell in love with money, blue hundreds and fifties
Show me that you love me, fuck me like you miss me (Yeah)
I'm sorry, that's your girl, but she comin' with me (Come here, bae)
I say, "Bae, this your world," I call her lil' Disney (Yeah)
Call me Pillsbury Dlow, I need more dough
Drop the top in that double R, let your hair blow
Shake that ass for that cash, throw it back like it's Thursday (Thursday)
Who pussy this is, baby? She say, "Oh, it's yours, bae" (Yours, bae)
Written by: Devante McCreary, Eli Gerald Haire, Isis Gaston, Olalekan Olabisi Akinyokunbo, Patrick Parker, Stephen McInnis
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