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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Money Man
Vocals
Lil Yee
Vocals
Lil Pete
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tysen Jay Bolding
Songwriter
Maurice Darnell Ivory
Songwriter
Stacey Antonio Gilton
Songwriter
Rodriquez Antonio Jackson
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]
Yeah, it's a hot car, I can't do the dash in this bitch
On a high speed, can't imagine crashing this bitch
I'm a rock star, I got all this cash on my wrist
I'm taking tabs on the trip, don't make me flash in this bitch
I got Audemars for a broken heart, couldn't fix it
Imagine if I didn't take them chances, and risk it?
I'm outside livin', I'm standing on business
It's a fan, be a fan, we'll stamp him and blitz him (Aye)
Baby bottle filled with Wock, grab a Sprite and twist it
I'm having mixed emotions, I'm stayin' out my feelings
And before it's all said and done, I'ma make a killing
Money Man, it's a thousand bags, can you flip it?
[Verse 1]
I'm tryna get these bags off, baby, I can't kick it
Should I drop the pack to the A? I'ma risk it
If I drop these pounds on you, have my money quickly
Lost a load, that shit hurt my stomach, it was sickening
Audemars, Pateks, and the prezzies, I be switchin'
Black out with the binary, know this bitch be glitchin'
Heard a **** took your shit and you ain't get no straightin'
I should work for J.P. Morgan, baby, I be bankin'
TRX a demon, though if not, I'm in a spaceship
We don't do no arms or leg shots, we gon' face shit
You can't hang around the kid unless you trap or take shit
**** out here bitchin' and complainin', that's some gay shit
[Chorus]
It's a hot car, I can't do the dash in this bitch
On a high speed, can't imagine crashin' this bitch
I'm a rockstar, I got all this cash on my wrist
I'm takin' tabs on the trip, don't make me flash in this bitch
I got Audemars for a broken heart, couldn't fix it
Imagine if I didn't take them chances and risk it?
I'm outside livin' life, standin' on business
It's a fan, be a fan, we'll stamp him and blitz him
[Verse 2]
Uh, all this money in the world still won't fix it
My pain run deeper than a marathon, no endin'
These **** sell they soul for a pint and a image
Triple cross always beat the devil, know the difference
You know we locked in
Money Man in the city, we brought chopsticks
**** be runnin' out of luck, but this, not this
Your life's runnin' out of time, don't get boxed in
Kept the block lit, hardly forget what I forgive
**** not again, really the voice of the trenches
It's not pretend, pockets be tapped, I'm the motion
They tappin' in, bitches set to play, leave it to them
I'm they rapper friend
[Chorus]
It's a hot car, I can't do the dash in this bitch
On a high speed, can't imagine crashin' this bitch
I'm a rockstar, I got all this cash on my wrist
I'm takin' tabs on the trip, don't make me flash in this bitch
I got Audemars for a broken heart, couldn't fix it
Imagine if I didn't take them chances and risk it?
I'm outside livin' life, standin' on business
It's a fan, be a fan, we'll stamp him and blitz him
Written by: Maurice Darnell Ivory, Rodriquez Antonio Jackson, Stacey Antonio Gilton, Tysen Jay Bolding