Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Liam Payne
Chant
A Boogie wit da Hoodie
Chant
Steve Mac
Claviers
Chris Laws
Programmation
Ed Sheeran
Chœurs
Dan Pursey
Percussion
Fred Gibson
Programmation
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Steve Mac
Composition
Fred Gibson
Composition
Artist Julius Dubose
Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Steve Mac
Co‑production
Phil Tan
Ingénierie de mixage
Randy Merrill
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Chris Laws
Ingénierie
Dan Pursey
Ingénierie
Bill Zimmerman
Assistance d’ingénierie
Fred Gibson
Co‑production
Paroles
I don't wanna be broke when I d-i-e
Wanna be livin' it up in VIP
Tryna get in the club, they wanna see ID
Want me to wear nice shows and a t-i-e
I've been workin' and gettin' by
But that ain't enough to satisfy
'Cause I got dreams for you and I
So I got money on my mind
So if you wanna stack it up, man, you gotta work for it
I-I-I-I-I-I
Ain't nobody gonna be doin' it for ya
I-I-I-I-I
I got dreams and I got time
But that ain't enough to get me by
So I stack it up, man, I gotta work for it
Yeah, I got money on my mind
I-I, I-I
I got money on my mind
I-I, I-I
I wanna flex hard like d-o-e
But right now my car need the m-o-t
And I can't give the valet no t-i-p
But like him, I got dreams and they're b-i-g
Tried to be a better guy
But that weren't enough to satisfy
I got dreams for you and I
I got money on my mind
So if you wanna stack it up, man, you gotta work for it
I-I-I-I-I-I
Ain't nobody gonna be doin' it for ya
I-I-I-I-I
I got dreams and I got time
But that ain't enough to get me by
So I stack it up, man, I gotta work for it
Yeah, I got money on my mind
I-I, I-I
I got money on my mind
I-I, I-I
Yeah, I know shit don't come free
You gotta work for it (gotta work for it)
Lamborghini Urus, bought it when I first saw it (skrrt, when I first saw it)
She caught me creepin', I had to buy her a purse for it (purse for it)
I think if I ain't have money, I'd be the worst for her
And if I ain't have money, I woulda been lost her
The loudest ones was the brokest, I was a shit-talker
The loudest ones was the brokest and I was strugglin' (uh)
Girls called me friend, now they on me
That money comin' in (that money comin' in)
Saint Laurent fiend, I put it in Louis luggages (yeah, yeah)
Took her to Celine, bought her a couple luggages
Wasn't always sweet, Capri Suns for fifty cents (yeah)
Now I just hate to reminisce (to reminisce)
So if you wanna stack it up, man, you gotta work for it
I-I-I-I-I-I
Ain't nobody gonna be doin' it for ya
I-I-I-I-I
I got dreams and I got time
But that ain't enough to get me by
So I stack it up, man, I gotta work for it
Yeah, I got money on my mind
I-I, I-I
I got money on my mind
I-I, I-I
I got money on my mind
Writer(s): Steve Mac, Edward Christopher Sheeran, Fred, Artist J. Dubose
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