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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Money Man
Vocals
Fredo Bang
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tysen Jay Bolding
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]
While I'm up (Get it poppin')
While I'm up (Get it poppin')
While I'm up (Get it poppin')
While I'm up (Get it poppin')
While I'm up (Get it poppin')
While I'm up (Get it poppin')
While I'm up (Get it poppin')
Reece, take em' to church
[Chorus]
Know you tired of all the game **** playin', baby, come get a speedin'
I just bought a few chains from the trap money, damn, it was easy
Gon' and catch a flight first class, come see me, girl, quit teasin'
I just want a good time after that, she exit out and she leavin'
[Verse 1]
Facials, hair appointments, spa days, baby girl shoppin' all day
Got a red bitch who push a G- Wag, she gon' do whatever I say
Leave a **** with a toe tag, damn, I was in a dark place
Copped her ass, on a Go bag, 'cause she had some expensive taste
Presidential Rollie, green face, ballin' like I won a sweepstake
Eatin' lunch up at Capital Grille, ****, we don't do the Cheesecake
Loaves New York, I got the big sweep, pop a **** off an instinct
Fluffies, I be havin' Frenchies, duffle bags filled with blue cheesse
Copped the latest from infused weed, copped the kicks, they was CC
Copped the crib from the CC, G- O- A- T- E- D
Super trauma, save the GT Electric long-sleeve EV
Turks and St. Thomas custom luggage, tear up Onyx with a large budget
[Chorus]
Know you tired of all the games a ****, playin', baby, come get a speedy
I just bought a few chains from the trap money, damn, it was easy
Gon' and catch a flight first class, come see me, girl, quit teasin'
I just want a good time after that, she exit out and she leavin'
[Chorus]
I was down in the NOLA gettin' fried, I was sippin' on bourbon
Know you tired of the broke shit, baby girl, I know this shit irky
Bitches jump through hoops, tryna be gang, why they so thirsty?
He ain't really havin' pape, like that while he lyin', that shit personal
[Verse 2]
Ridin' 'round in the Southside, I got a whop on me like a burger
Take a pretty bitch and go and spend it on her, I'ma buy it just 'cause she curvy
She ain't tryna get to her bag, I can't see us goin' no further
I be stackin' paper like loose leaves, inked up like a journal
I be on they necks like a turtle, make it jump back like a hurdle
New Chanel on her, she early, she want my last name like a jersey
I'ma duck her every time she fertile, keep a round on me like a circle
Say you got a man, why you act nervous? I'll never tell, bae, I'm non-verbal
I keep a P like the color purple
I'll buy a bitch, a new Birkin, say she like girls, I'ma turn her
Tryna grip her waist like a girdle, tryna catch 'em all, she a squirtle
In the trap house sellin' Off- White, **** fillin' bags like Virgil
Bitch quick to say that she a boss bitch, but she out, she a fuckin' workers
[Chorus]
Know you tired of all the game **** playin', baby, come get a speedin'
I just bought a few chains from the trap money, damn, it was easy
Gon' and catch a flight first class, come see me, girl, quit teasin'
I just want a good time after that, she exit out and she leavin'
[Chorus]
I was down in the NOLA gettin' fried, I was sippin' on bourbon
Know you tired of the broke shit, baby girl, I know this shit irky
Bitches jump through hoops, tryna be gang, why they so thirsty?
He ain't really havin' pape, like that while he lyin', that shit personal
Written by: Maurice Darnell Ivory, Tysen Jay Bolding