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INTERPRÉTATION
Liam Payne
Liam Payne
Chant
A Boogie wit da Hoodie
A Boogie wit da Hoodie
Chant
Steve Mac
Steve Mac
Claviers
Chris Laws
Chris Laws
Programmation
Ed Sheeran
Ed Sheeran
Chœurs
Dan Pursey
Dan Pursey
Percussion
Fred Gibson
Fred Gibson
Programmation
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Steve Mac
Steve Mac
Composition
Fred Gibson
Fred Gibson
Composition
Artist Julius Dubose
Artist Julius Dubose
Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Steve Mac
Steve Mac
Co‑production
Phil Tan
Phil Tan
Ingénierie de mixage
Randy Merrill
Randy Merrill
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Chris Laws
Chris Laws
Ingénierie
Dan Pursey
Dan Pursey
Ingénierie
Bill Zimmerman
Bill Zimmerman
Assistance d’ingénierie
Fred Gibson
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 Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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