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Nova Rockafeller
Nova Rockafeller
Исполнитель
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Nova Paholek
Nova Paholek
Композитор
Lindy Robbins
Lindy Robbins
Композитор
Julia Michaels
Julia Michaels
Композитор
Evan Bogart
Evan Bogart
Композитор
Sam Watters
Sam Watters
Композитор
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Greg Ogan
Greg Ogan
Инженер звукозаписи
Spencer Nezey
Spencer Nezey
Продюсер
Dilesh Haria
Dilesh Haria
Ассистент инженера звукозаписи
Manny Marroquin
Manny Marroquin
Миксинг-инженер
Chris Galland
Chris Galland
Ассистент миксинг-инженера
Ike Schultz
Ike Schultz
Ассистент миксинг-инженера

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Yo Hi my name is Nova And I think I made it This goes out to my ex-boyfriends Hope you really hate it Oh yeah, I starved to get here Fought with so much heart, I'm heartless I need the gold to fill the empty places that was darkness I don't sign with devils, sell my soul to make their millions You think you something, you ain't shit but money and opinions I was black inside and turned to diamonds under pressure, pressure That's exactly why I build castles From gold statues and gold records 'cause If money make you rich And money make you famous You call me a bitch But that's just cause you hate this I been in the ditch I've been through the wringer But I'll be standing at the top Waving my middle finger, singing "Can't stop, won't stop" "I'll get it on my own" "Take this fakeness" "And turn it into gold" "Can't stop, won't stop" "I want it made in gold" "I want it made in gold" Mr. Dentist, can you get me fancy gold teeth? Yeah, I got some cavities 'cause things I say, is so sweet First word was, "Bird", my second, third, "Ooh, pretty, pretty!" Rappers on, and on about twenty inch rims How much would it be for fifty of 'em? I'm about to explode Who's Dr. Dre? Does he know how to do stitches? Is it toxic, if I cover myself in the color of the riches I could pay all my assistants Hey, hey, hey, excuse me I brought you my heart, can you please just melt it down to jewelry? Because If money make you rich And money make you famous You call me a bitch But that's just cause you hate this I been in the ditch I've been through the wringer But I'll be standing at the top Waving my middle finger, singing "Can't stop, won't stop" "I'll get it on my own" "Take this fakeness" "And turn it into gold" "Can't stop, won't stop" "I want it made in gold" "I want it made in gold" "Can't stop, won't stop" (Stop, stop, stop...) "Can't stop, won't stop" (Stop, stop, stop...) (Stop, stop, stop...) (Stop, stop, stop...) (Stop, stop, stop...) Could hop a bus and hit the town And rock another stage Crash another couch And hope the loser finally paid Buy a one way ticket even when I was afraid I deserve the gold for all the sacrifice I made If money make you rich And money make you famous You call me a bitch But that's just cause you hate this I been in the ditch I've been through the wringer But I'll be standing at the top Waving my middle finger, singing "Can't stop, won't stop" "I'll get it on my own" "Take this, fakeness" "And turn it into gold" "Can't stop, won't stop" "I want it made in gold" "I want it made in gold" "Can't stop, won't stop" "Can't stop, won't stop" "Can't stop, won't stop" "Can't stop, won't stop" M-m-made in gold
Writer(s): Evan K. Bogart, Nova L. Paholek, Dilesh Pankaj Haria, Spencer Afari Nezey, Gregory Abraham Ogan, Julia Michaels, Lindy Robbins, Samuel J. Watters Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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