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A$AP Mob - Money Man / Put That On My Set (Official Video) ft. Yung Lord, Skepta
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
A$AP NAST
A$AP NAST
Vocals
Yung Lord
Yung Lord
Vocals
A$AP Rocky
A$AP Rocky
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rakim Mayers
Rakim Mayers
Songwriter
Michael Foster
Michael Foster
Songwriter
Tairiq Devega
Tairiq Devega
Songwriter
Jabari Shelton
Jabari Shelton
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Michael Foster
Michael Foster
Producer
Hector Delgado
Hector Delgado
Recording Engineer
Dan Fyfe
Dan Fyfe
Assistant Engineer
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
Maddox Chhim
Maddox Chhim
Assistant Engineer
Dave Nakaji
Dave Nakaji
Assistant Engineer
Tatsuya Sato
Tatsuya Sato
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Oh we finna fuck up a check today, Nigga, fuck that! Oh we finna get paid today I'm 'bout my cash today I'm 'bout my dough today I'm 'bout my hoes today Money on my mind every fucking day, hunnids on my mind every fucking day Get that money young nigga! Get that cash young nigga! Take that cash young nigga! Flacko! I'ma ride, I'ma ride, I'ma ride, I'ma ride I'ma ride, I'ma ride, I'ma ride All that I wanted man Bring me some money man Look at my wallet man Countin' the hunnids Call me the money man She do the money dance I keep the money man Keep it one hunnid Cash rules everything around me Nigga ask about me I swear my shooters be my juniors call me Robert Downey He held it down, he held his own Now holding down the county It just so happen now, she wet and now i'm all outta Bounty I'm the quicker, picker upper Still don't give no fucks bruh Quick to pick her up I be that pretty mothafucker For fuckin' up my cash on Ubers Time to switch the truck up Tip the driver Turn the Future up, fuck up some commas Homicide, pussy good, eat it good, treat it good Beat it good, peck a wood, wish you could Love a ride, ride or die Ride it backfroth, side to side Make it shake, surfboard Make a nigga go dumb for it I'ma ride, I'ma ride Love the bitch 'till I die Genuine, Bonnie Clyde We gon' die, Homicide Suicide, two of us You and I, crucified Truths and lies, you despise I'm the best, you decide I'ma ride, I'ma ride, I'ma ride, I'ma ride I'ma ride, I'ma ride, I'ma ride Choose a side, suicide You and I, crucified You despise I'm the best, you decide Pull up on lil shawty Hello, howdy, howdy I just hopped out my Rover Shot my rollie, uhh I just hit my jeweler threw some diamonds on it Told that hoe don't come I ain't got no times for phonies, uhh I've been gettin' money, Why you niggas fronting? Flacko told me "fuck 'em", I'm like "nah let's buck 'em" I ain't got no time, these niggas want discussion Told her drop that ass, I ain't tryna fuck you I just bought a stripper pole I put it in my bed room Got your hoe plus several more sliding down the metal 666 off in your bitch She call my dick the devil She like "nasty baby demon", yeah that boy a rebel All that I wanted man Wanted some money man Look at my wallet man Countin' the hunnids Call me the money man She do the money dance I keep the money man Keep it one hunnid Look at my product man I'm made of money man Check out my closet man Call in the contraband Fuck with the rubber bands I count a hunnid bands She see the money man She do the money dance I'ma ride, I'ma ride, I'ma ride, I'ma ride I'ma ride, I'ma ride, I'ma ride, I'ma ride Choose a side, suicide You and I, crucified You despise I'm the best, you decide
Writer(s): Michael Foster, Rakim Mayers, Jordan Houston, Jabari Shelton, Tariq Devega Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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