Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Money Man
Vocals
Rio Da Yung OG
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tysen Jay Bolding
Songwriter
Damario Donshay Horne-Mccullough
Songwriter
Maurice Darnell Ivory
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Reece Beats
Producer
Ghazi
Mixing Engineer
Sean Sauce Chapman
Mixing Engineer
Nicolas De Porcel
Mastering Engineer
Demitrius Lewis II
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Intro]
Reece, take 'em to church
[Chorus]
Dinner at the Orafo, she love the way my diamonds glow
I used to sack up nicks, sell them bitches at the corner store
Lil' Mama is a stallion, she belong in the rodeo
I'm burnin' on the strain, this shit right here will make you comatose
Don't give a fuck about no politics, I ain't gon' never vote
You know I pull up poppin' shit in foreigns like I'm Fivio
I'm fuckin' on this bitch for sixty minutes, that shit cardio
You know I got them, hitmen, in the circle like Sicario
Tequila, I just like it neat, I don't need a chaser
I'ma let the bitch choose, ain't no need for me to chase her
Quit that sour shit out, dawg, you a bonafide hater
All these bags I got for sale, I get hellafide paper
Got my wrist on Kamala, this shit cuddle by the Prezzi
In Miami rockin' Casablanca with them racks heavy
Wanna be a boss, I can make you one, I'll get you ready
Up in Onyx rockin' Voss, I made it rain like confetti
[Chorus]
Told the waitress, "Hurry up, go on and bring another round"
Told my grower, "Hurry up, bring a **** a hunnid pounds"
Got my gunna shopping wit' me, ****, we gon' drip or drown
I don't need a bitch, I just need some shrooms and some loud
Loadin' up the rental 'cause we finna head out of town
Shit was detrimental, had to get this shit up off the ground
I'm too influential, baby, I be puttin' **** down
I'ma blow the whistle if these **** gettin' outta bounds
[Verse 1]
I'm high as fuck, on the plane wearin' a prezzi
Don't be mad 'cause I fucked your bitch, boy, she let me
Just lost some hundred-thousand-dollar watch, it ain't sweatin' me
Woke up and pulled straight to Wafi, like Patek me
Half a million on the kit, the .308 protect me
Had to tell them country boys it's gon' get deadly
They thought we was slidin' in the Scat, we in the '02 Chevy
Thousand grams on the Cuban, this shit heavy
I wasn't lookin' for the lean man, he just met me
I got a bulletproof my cars, they might stretch me
Lil' bro and them nailed somethin' to the cross for nickels
Drinkin' reckless, I just eyeballed an eight and I ain't measure
[Verse 2]
Bitch, I made my own million dollars, wasn't inherited
I told Money Man, "Put me on the scam and shit"
Five years ago was ridin' 'round sellin' grams and shit
Now we ridin' 'round patters in a hundred grand or whip
Seven-six 2's, can you handle it?
The pussy had a leg shot and died from panickin'
It look like you just went in Louis and bought the mannequin
And I just got a free brick from my Spanish bitch
[Verse 3]
Bitch say her daddy in the cartel
Four **** on the hit, the whole car tailed
Put so many hoes in that bitch, bro, the car fell
I just drunk a lil' deuce of Triss and took a bar pill
[Chorus]
Told the waitress, "Hurry up, go on and bring another round"
Told my grower, "Hurry up, bring a **** a hundred pounds"
Got my gunna shopping wit me, ****, we gon' drip or drown
I don't need a bitch, I just need some shrooms and some loud
Loadin' up the rental 'cause we finna head out of town
Shit was detrimental, had to get this shit up off the ground
I'm too influential, baby, I be puttin' **** down
I'ma blow the whistle if these **** gettin' outta bounds
Written by: Damario Donshay Horne-Mccullough, Maurice Darnell Ivory, Tysen Jay Bolding