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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
4Korners
4Korners
Performer
Kyngs
Kyngs
Performer
Natra
Natra
Vocals
DJ Overule
DJ Overule
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
4Korners
4Korners
Composer
Kyngs
Kyngs
Composer
Natra
Natra
Lyrics
DJ Overule
DJ Overule
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
4Korners
4Korners
Co-Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Yo
Now, I don't know about you
But in this life, I want it all
4Korners, DJ Overrule, Kyngs, yo, Natra
Uh, let's go
[Verse 2]
It's that shit that make you want more
Came from stuffin' money in the floorboards
Sit back and watch them rainbow bells pour
Money on the drip, baby, it's Tom Ford
Uh, call the shots, fuck the ref, legal money, cut the check
All the time we invest, goin' chains, Phoebe Guess
Seen those bands, she interested, keep it all about the neck
Comin' straight off the block, VPR stayin' fresh
[Verse 3]
Left the hood, you know the block, how it feels enough to rush
Especially when you let the top drop, burnin' up the spot
Uh, she don't ever say it much, she ain't with the tops
But she pop it like some Pop Rocks in candy-colored socks
Attitude bitchy, she light it for you, wanna be rollin' up sticky
She got me dizzy, kiss as she grip on my sheet and forgive me
She want the Fendi, shoppin' in Paris and trips to New Guinea
Times on that assets, it's not about money
You know the difference, it's maximum penny
[Verse 4]
(Like, ooh, lots) I play my cards right, make a move
(Ooh) We double packs and hit the stu'
(Ooh, hit the stu') Like gettin' money's nothin' new
(Nothin' new, whoa) It's nothin' new
[Verse 5]
It's that shit that make you want more
Came from stuffin' money in the floorboards
Sit back and watch them rainbow bells pour
Money on the drip, baby, it's Tom Ford (It's Tom Ford)
Uh, call the shots, fuck the ref, legal money, cut the check
All the time we invest, goin' chains, Phoebe Guess
Seen those bands, she interested, keep it all about the neck
Comin' straight off the block, VPR stayin' fresh
[Verse 6]
(Ooh, Tom Ford, ooh, Ford)
(Ooh, Tom Ford, whoa)
(Cut the check, cut the check)
('Bout the neck, whoa)
Written by: kirk Cyr
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