Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Money Man
Money Man
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Torrin Grier
Torrin Grier
Songwriter
Tysen Jay Bolding
Tysen Jay Bolding
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
BFOTI
BFOTI
Producer
TradeMark
TradeMark
Producer

Songtexte

[Verse 1]
17OnDaTrack
MVAbeats got them keys
Ay, this is a Trademark production
[Verse 2]
Damn, I just spent four racks on this mufuckin' jacket
This shit don't even look like it designer
This shit plain as fuck, I don't give a fuck though
We'll make that shit back in five minutes
We catch one play
Yeah
[Verse 3]
UGA, I'm a mufuckin' dog
Drive the Wraith through the mufuckin' fog
Shoot the choppa, don't fight at all
Plugged in like I'm Microsoft
[Verse 4]
These **** so scary
Still military
**** copy like parrots
**** fags like the fairy
[Verse 5]
I don't sip on no dairy
That check, what I cherish
That kilo got karats
Let me whip the Polaris
[Verse 6]
My crib is contemporary
Leave yo dog in the cemetery
They gon' read out his eulogy
Workin' hard like it's two of me, yeah
[Verse 7]
I really don't fuck with these guys
You can see the real in my eyes
Ye ain't talkin' money, bih bye
Walk around the city with the fire
Pull up in the 'Vette, doin' a drive-by's
They a hundred a pair, no sci-fi
Whip same color like tie-dye
She heard me everywhere, she said, oh my
She heard me everywhere, said, oh my
I just pulled in the field
Rollin' a zip
Diamonds 4K like a Sony camera
Hunnid band clip that need a bandana
Kickin' shit in Harlem like I'm Santana
This the type of shit sour, ay
Yeah, my reefer the loudest, ay
I'm a beast, I be growlin', grrr
Four K for a jacket with the fur
Don't pull it, ****, I'ma shoot it first
Bitch, I been a real one since birth
Just like she landed, her juices gone fall
I think I own every outfit in the mall
**** wanna walk, but they never crawled
Yeah
[Verse 8]
UGA, I'm a mufuckin' dog
Drive the Wraith through the mufuckin' fog
Shoot the choppa, don't fight at all
Plugged in like I'm Microsoft
[Verse 9]
These **** so scary
Still military
**** copy like parrots
**** fags like the fairy
[Verse 10]
I don't sip on no dairy
That check, what I cherish
That kilo got karats
Let me whip the Polaris
[Verse 11]
My crib is contemporary
Leave yo dog in the cemetery
They gon' read out his eulogy
Workin' hard like it's two of me
Written by: Money Man, P.C.P
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