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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
ScHoolboy Q
ScHoolboy Q
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Quincy Hanley
Quincy Hanley
Songwriter
Alan Maman
Alan Maman
Songwriter
Phil Ryan
Phil Ryan
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Alchemist
The Alchemist
Producer
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Mixing Engineer
James Hunt
James Hunt
Recording Engineer
Mike Bozzi
Mike Bozzi
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Fuck rap, I've been rich, crack by my stick shift Oxy like concerts, always my bread first Get Mine my nickname, O-X and cocaine Nina my new thing, blew up before fame Heart filled with octane, fire in my soul Burn through my shoestring, came up from boosting Du-rags and flatlines, drive-by's at bedtime Get down, I heard mom, some one lost they grandson Thank God that I'm straight, no wonder my mom prayed Lost one of my cuzzos, cursed from them devils Good weed and me time, goodbye to Nissan 'Cause one day this rappin' gon' pay So now we 'bout to break the bank Money be on my mind Niggas talkin' 'bout, soundin' like La-da-di-do, la-di-da-di-da-di-do Now we 'bout to break the bank Money be on my mind Niggas talkin' 'bout, soundin' like La-da-di-do, la-di-da-di-da-di-do La-da-di-do, la-di-da-di-da-di-do La-da-di-do, la-di-da-di-da-di-do Niggas talkin' 'bout La-da-di-do, la-di-da-di-da-di-do La-da-di-do, la-di-da-di-da-di-do Now we 'bout to break the bank My time to show out, finally the illest Crip And I guarantee, I spit harder than concrete Surprised I got teeth, my lungs inhale keef Peyote with THC, swinging for the fence I hope I make it out the park, where the baseheads slide After dark, where the bangers get caught Hid the gun in the trees, arrest me by the court I just wanna smoke weed and sip lean by the quart, for real Good weed, I hit that, crack rock, I sold that Oxy, I hid that, right by my nutsack Fuck pigs, I bust back, learned that from Deuce rap Peanut and B-loon, had gats before racks Way 'fore I found rap, bitch I had them things wrapped Astro on my cap, this shot ain't no phone app Chucks on my young heel, make sure that my sag ill Learn my set grill, trade in my big wheel Good grades and skipped school, this life gon' catch up soon Sure 'nough that shit did, 20 year old kid Got off my behind, write me some sweet lines 'Cause one day my story gon' pay So now we 'bout to break the bank Money be on my mind Niggas talkin' 'bout, soundin' like La-da-di-do, la-di-da-di-da-di-do Now we 'bout to break the bank Money be on my mind Niggas talkin' 'bout, soundin' like La-da-di-do, la-di-da-di-da-di-do La-da-di-do, la-di-da-di-da-di-do La-da-di-do, la-di-da-di-da-di-do Niggas talkin' 'bout La-da-di-do, la-di-da-di-da-di-do La-da-di-do, la-di-da-di-da-di-do Now we 'bout to break the bank Your bitch wanted cash, get her, know I'm around boy Tell Kendrick, move from the throne, I came for it I hope this fuckin' hit arrange for it, 'cause goddamn What you talkin' 'bout if it ain't 'bout the money? Neck full of gold, I'm attracted to the honey Rain, sleet, snow, 'bout the money On Figueroa, close your eyes, might need ya mommy Fuck rap, my shit real, came up off them pills Hustle for my meal, grindin' for my deal Love how I'm doing, long way from grooving Bitch call me 2 Chainz, units be moving Go hard for my Joy, so she don't need no boy Smile stay on her face, big room with her own space Up all night, the hard way, don't care if it take all day I let y'all fucks parley, you wonder why I'm straight New shoes and sick clothes, bitches be front row Bow down her tempo, I don't know her info Threw up my peace sign, go rare with mignon 'Cause one day this rappin' gon' pay So now we 'bout to break the bank Money be on my mind Niggas talkin' 'bout, soundin' like La-da-di-do, la-di-da-di-da-di-do Now we 'bout to break the bank Money be on my mind Niggas talkin' 'bout, soundin' like La-da-di-do, la-di-da-di-da-di-do La-da-di-do, la-di-da-di-da-di-do La-da-di-do, la-di-da-di-da-di-do Niggas talkin' 'bout La-da-di-do, la-di-da-di-da-di-do La-da-di-do, la-di-da-di-da-di-do Now we 'bout to break the bank What you talkin' 'bout if it ain't 'bout the money? Neck full of gold, I'm attracted to the honey Rain, sleet, snow, 'bout the money On Figueroa, close your eyes, might need ya mommy
Writer(s): Alan Maman, Philip Stuart Ryan, Quincy Matthew Hanley Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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