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Maxo Kream - 8 Figures (Audio)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Maxo Kream
Maxo Kream
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
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Emekwanem Ogugua Biosah
Songwriter
DAVID L DOMAN
DAVID L DOMAN
Songwriter
MIKE DEAN
MIKE DEAN
Songwriter
Eliot Dean Baker
Eliot Dean Baker
Songwriter
Aston Harris
Aston Harris
Songwriter
Christina Gandy-Rogers
Christina Gandy-Rogers
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
D.A. Doman
D.A. Doman
Producer
MIKE DEAN
MIKE DEAN
Mixing Engineer
Apex Martin
Apex Martin
Producer
Joey Galvan
Joey Galvan
Recording Engineer
Iain Findlay
Iain Findlay
Recording Engineer
Jess Jackson
Jess Jackson
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

D.A. got that dope When you get some money, whatchu gon' do with it? Put the money up, or act a fool with it Run the money up, get rich with your clique Or fuck the money up, go trick on a bitch You should put the money up, go stack it, huh Double up, commas and brackets Grown man on Instagram cappin' Holdin' bands but he not payin' taxes You ain't really makin' money 'til you make 8 figures Everybody want a bag, but they won't go get it Tryna make fast money, but they fuck it up quicker You ain't really gettin' money 'til you make 8 figures When the feds caught my dad, only had one million Should have had nine more, pulled up in the ceiling Everybody want a bag, nobody wanna work All the niggas wanna trap, all the girls wanna twerk Everybody act hard, 'til somebody get hurt Yeah, it broke his momma heart when they put him on a shirt Put the bag on your head, then they put you in the dirt Put a price on your top, what your life really worth? Tryna get fast cash just to fuck it up quicker You ain't really got cash 'til you got 8 figures I been gettin' street money ever since I was little Seen niggas at the store sellin' dope, drug dealers Seen niggas checking hoes on the stroll that was pimping Seen my bro kick a door, then I started kickin' Gotta get it how you can, I'm just trynna make a livin' Seen my daddy do a scam, came back with a million Then they shot him in the hand, fuck nigga tried to kill him Seen that nigga lose everything he have, shootin' dice Ran off on the plug, ain't even think twice Same nigga caught a slug, had to pay with his life Everybody so cool, everybody got a tool Everybody go to school, nobody doin' work Everybody want a bag, everybody wanna rap All the niggas wanna trap, all the hoes wanna twerk When you get some money, whatchu gon' do with it? Put the money up, or act a fool with it Run the money up, get rich with your clique Or fuck the money up, go trick on a bitch You should put the money up, go stack it, huh Double up, commas and brackets Grown man on Instagram cappin' Holdin' bands but he not payin' taxes You ain't really makin' money 'til you make 8 figures Everybody want a bag, but they won't go get it Tryna make fast money, but they fuck it up quicker You ain't really gettin' money 'til you make 8 figures When the feds caught my dad, only had one million Should have had nine more, pulled up in the ceiling Everybody want a bag, nobody wanna work All the niggas wanna trap, all the girls wanna twerk Everybody act hard, 'til somebody get hurt Yeah, it broke his momma heart when they put him on a shirt Put the bag on your head, then they put you in the dirt Put a price on your top, what your life really worth? Tryna get fast cash just to fuck it up quicker You ain't really got cash 'til you got 8 figures When you get the bag, whatchu gon' do with it? Put the money up, or act a fool with it Run the money up, get rich with your clique Or fuck the money up, go trick on a bitch You should put the money up, go stack it Double up, commas and brackets I'ma go flood out my neck Bust down the Rollie and ice the Patek Fuck up a check What the fuck you expect? I got cash on deck, thumbin' through checks In the back of the 'Bach, huh Hoppin' out, racks on racks Hi-Tech red, don't really sip Act', huh Hoppin' on the jet with the TEC, huh MAC in my lap Hoppin' out the PJ, straps on straps Jumpman bread, flip a check like Mike, huh Prestos, Off-White Nikes Jumpman bread, flip a check like Mike, huh Prestos, Off-White Nikes Checkin' them chance like I'm Yeezy Had to go earn my stripes I'ma go flood out my neck Bust down the Rollie and ice the Patek Fuck up a check Cash on deck Thumbin' through stacks in the back of the 'Bach Fuck it up Neimans I'ma act a ass up in Saks Hoppin' out, racks on racks (water baguette) Cash on deck Thumbin' through stacks in the back of the 'Bach Fuck it up Neimans I'ma act a ass up in Saks Hoppin' out, racks on racks When you get the money, whatchu 'gon do with it? Put the money up, or act a fool with it Run the money up, get rich with your clique Or fuck the money up, go trick on a bitch You should put the money up, go stack it Double up, commas and fractions I'ma go flood out my neck Bust down the Rollie and ice the Patek Fuck up a check What the fuck you expect? I got cash on deck, thumbin' through checks In the back of the 'Bach, huh Hoppin' out, racks on racks Hi-Tech red, don't really sip Act', huh Hoppin' on the jet with the TEC, huh MAC in my lap Hoppin' out the PJ, straps on straps Jumpman bread, flip a check like Mike, huh Prestos, Off-White Nikes Jumpman bread, flip a check like Mike, huh Prestos, Off-White Nikes Checkin' them chance like I'm Yeezy Had to go earn my stripes I'ma go flood out my neck Bust down the Rollie and ice the Patek Fuck up a check
Writer(s): Mike Dean, Christina Gandy, David D.a. Doman, Maxo Kream, Apex Martin, . Teej, Eliot Dean Baker Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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