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Nova Rockafeller
Nova Rockafeller
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nova Paholek
Nova Paholek
Composer
Lindy Robbins
Lindy Robbins
Composer
Julia Michaels
Julia Michaels
Composer
Evan Bogart
Evan Bogart
Composer
Sam Watters
Sam Watters
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Greg Ogan
Greg Ogan
Recording Engineer
Spencer Nezey
Spencer Nezey
Producer
Dilesh Haria
Dilesh Haria
Assistant Recording Engineer
Manny Marroquin
Manny Marroquin
Mixing Engineer
Chris Galland
Chris Galland
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Ike Schultz
Ike Schultz
Assistant Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

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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