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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Money Man
Money Man
Vocals
Trigga500k
Trigga500k
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tysen Jay Bolding
Tysen Jay Bolding
Songwriter
Shontavius Devon Russell
Shontavius Devon Russell
Songwriter
Maurice Darnell Ivory
Maurice Darnell Ivory
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Reece Beats
Reece Beats
Producer
Ghazi
Ghazi
Mixing Engineer
Sean Sauce Chapman
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Mixing Engineer
Nicolas De Porcel
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Mastering Engineer
Demitrius Lewis II
Demitrius Lewis II
Assistant Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Reece, take 'em to church
[Verse 1]
Uh, uh, I buy LV trainers when I'm bored
Me and my **** on one accord
She tap my jack whenever you gone
It's safe to say that she ain't yours
This trap shit runnin' through my veins
Know all the junkies know my name
I never go against the grain
I'm leavin' the same way that I came
I might go Brabus, kick the wagon
I done fell in love with designer fashion
25k for a brick of flock
The smell be bustin' out the plastic
Money ain't change me 'cause I'm used to it
Y'all **** just started havin'
Gotta be rich to fuck with me
Broke hoes be comin' with too much baggage
Real is right, these **** ain't havin' more
Gotta keep that back door closed
I went yellow gold for the fuck of it
This winter I'm goin' froze
Can't fuck with shawty if he told
Hate tatter tellers with a passion
I was cut from a different cloth
****, we are not the same fabric, nah, for real
[Verse 2]
Don't need no chain for validation
I'm blicked up in any situation
Black and white coupes like segregation
Bitch, don't listen, I'm separating
'Fore I tail out, I'll lay it down on the sword
Leave a bitch-ass **** in the morgue
We the ones pullin' these **** chords
We the ones buyin' out half the stores
Tyler, Virgil, I'm mix collectin'
Expensive Vuitton, I'm overdressin'
Tryna find buyers, I'm sellin' pressure
On the shrooms while my thoughts collectin'
On the yacht chillin', this shit ain't it
Rather hit the gym and then go get fitted
Rather hit the gun store and cop a blick
Come and shoot for the kid, come enlist
I ain't got time for none of these business
I'm too busy countin' these Ms
**** be snakey, **** be foul
So I cut off half my friends
Vision was blurry, I was aloof
Then I went and chrome-hearted my lens
Started trappin', made it happen
Turned my Honda into a Benz
I don't give a fuck 'bout none of these hoes
I'd rather go hustlin', count some cho
I don't give a fuck 'bout none of these shows
I'd rather go up and serve some boes
Bitch can't tell a **** nothin'
Better let that ho go, **** cuffin'
Fuckin' up my ozone, Zooties puffin'
You won't let that pole blow, **** bluffin'
****, play gon' get the face reconstructed
Bae, I'm gettin' money, so fuck seduction
Ride around with that K, that Russian
**** better wait on like rushin' (Let's go)
Written by: Maurice Darnell Ivory, Shontavius Devon Russell, Tysen Jay Bolding

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