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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Future
Future
Vocals
Metro Boomin
Metro Boomin
Performer
Higher Calling Choir
Higher Calling Choir
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nayvadius Wilburn
Nayvadius Wilburn
Songwriter
Leland Wayne
Leland Wayne
Songwriter
Andre Proctor
Andre Proctor
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Future
Future
Executive Producer
Metro Boomin
Metro Boomin
Producer
Dre Moon
Dre Moon
Producer
Eric Manco
Eric Manco
Recording Engineer
Josh Sellers
Josh Sellers
Assistant Engineer
Victor Luevanos
Victor Luevanos
Assistant Engineer
Aaron Fugeri
Aaron Fugeri
Assistant Engineer
Ethan Stevens
Ethan Stevens
Mixing Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

You know I don't give a fuck about blowin' this money, nigga, you know I'll buy a brand-new 'Rari this Sunday, you know Yeah Told 'em when I came I'ma come through flashin' through the city in a brand-new G Wagon I told the bitch take a timeout She need to find out what make a rich nigga like me happy Heard you been goin' to the gym, doin' yoga Got a trainer on deck, baby, tell me where you goin' Hope you go to Pluto, when you come, just throw it Got her trippin' off them Xans and it's hard not to show it Know you wanna come through, chill with the crew Gettin' high every day just a part of what we do Gettin' fly every day just a part of what we do Have a party every day, throwin' money out the roof Screamin', "Money ain't a thing," we ain't worried 'bout you Niggas came out the gutter, seen my dreams come true Where they dyin' over colors, either red or it's blue Pulled a gun out on his brother, now he think he got the juice Feel a way, feel a way Know a nigga feel a way, feel a way Told my niggas, sip away, sip away Pour it up, sip away, sip away Feel a way, feel a way Know a nigga feel a way, feel a way Told my niggas, sip away, sip away Pour it up, sip away, sip away You know I don't give a fuck about blowin' this money, nigga, you know I'll buy a brand-new 'Rari this Sunday, nigga, you know You know I'll buy a brand-new Ferrari this Sunday Soon as you land, baby, I'ma send a driver Standin' on the stage, I got money, I got power I got money, I got power Turn a bad girl good, I got the power of messiah Fuck me bad, do me good, girl, I'm just kinda biased Have some shit come through, baby, if you down to try it Pick one, I'll pick a few, baby, if you down to try it Take my shirt off on these hoes like a savage Wake up on another night, last week, I forget it I know my last freak was pretty, let me hit it in the back of Lenox Baby, let me do it how I want it, that's the way I get it Come through, low-key busy, what I call committed When I'm in your city, do it Biggie like my name- Any time I'm in it, I'ma kill it, I just gotta kill it Fuckin' with the realest, can't be trippin', girl, get out your feelings Know I don't give a fuck about blowin' this money, bitch, you know I'll buy a brand-new Ferrari this Sunday, bitch, you know Turn a bad girl good, I got the power of messiah Fuck me bad, do me good, girl, I'm just kinda biased Have some shit come through, baby, if you down to try it Pick one, I'll pick a few, baby, if you down to try it
Writer(s): Leland Wayne, Nayvadius Wilburn Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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