Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nym Lo
Nym Lo
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kenneth Jay Wilkerson
Kenneth Jay Wilkerson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
183rd
183rd
Producer
Mike Kuz
Mike Kuz
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Yea
You hear that chain swinging ****
Kilo on the neck six figures
Flooded medallions and all that
Christian Dior Icon shirt
Polo camo's Rick Owens
Cactus Jack Dior hat
Ayo Kuz turn me up a lil bit
Lo
These **** don't move me
It behooves me to let you know
My life is a movie filled with jewelry
And looseleaf, cash
Colorful two seats ain't no hoopty's
Nope
Pretty bitches in my jacuzzi
Sippin' Veuve Clicq
Come here ma
Came up chopping raw blocks of sushi
Bust the square down like a loosie
**** say they got opps and keep burners
But I call that Impossible Burgers
Cause if ya family ain't dying
Then is it true beef
See I heard they steamed his brother
When the my couldn't find him
Boom
In case he forgot it was lit
They just had to remind him
Big Horse so it's Gucci on my blinders
Monogram on my visor
And Dior on my toddler
Wassup Kargo
Can't take it with me so these 100's
I be blowing them
Debt free but when it come to Rick
I be owing him
Yea you know I'm him
Like my pant leg is too long
They slept on me now look I'm too strong
Bullets fold him up like a futon
Chicken Caesar sprinkling Parmesan
All on my croutons
U lukewarm I'm hot
One of the many millionaires from my block
That's why they call it Money Ave
And I'm Lo Money Bags
Different color rag
Could end you up in trouble fast
Talk down and try to double back
It won't be none of that
1500 for the runners ****
Cause I'm running rap
From the same town they send random notes
With a thumb attached
Wherever we hear they throw salt
That's where we sluggin' at
Harlem **** get to the money
I know she loving that
Shorty got me tapping my pockets
Like Where my rubbers at
Judge I'm just a young thug
I'm never gonna rat
3rd gimme another beat
Because I'm done with that
Lo
You know I'm a Harlem **** right
Can't nobody talk that shit better than I do
My hands is fucked up right now
I got callouses from popping all these
Champagne bottles
I got paper cuts from counting
All this fucking money
I gotta sit my hand in ice
Every fucking night to prove my love
The big fuckin horse ****
Kilo on my neck and a German in front the jects
Ya know who really getting this cash ****
It's Money Ink
Written by: Kenneth Jay Wilkerson
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