Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Money Man
Chant
Zaytoven
Interprète
Trauma Tone
Interprète
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Tysen Jay Bolding
Paroles/Composition
John Carrington Jr.
Paroles/Composition
Xavier Dotson
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Money Man
Ingénierie de prise de son
Zaytoven
Production
Trauma Tone
Production
Isaac "Soundsfromikey" Copeland
Ingénierie de mixage
Nicolas De Porcel
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Demitrius Lewis II
Assistance d’ingénierie de mastérisation
Paroles
[Intro]
Zaytoven
Yeah, pussy
You know what the fuck we on, man
That shit just came in, ****
Hold on, pass me that real quick, man, pass me that shit
[Chorus]
I gotta weigh this shit up, wait a minute
I gotta go catch play, wait a minute
I gotta thumb through this shit, wait a minute
Too many sides, we over the limit
Mercedes, I serve out the window of Benzes
Shut the fuck up, let me handle this business
Give me a Glock, watch me handle my business
Give me a scale, watch me handle my business
I'ma get money as long as they print it
I'm havin' scripts like a pharmacy dentist
Put that shit on and these **** gon' mimic
Demon, I push it, you know I'm identical
Glock 43 and these bitches identical
**** ain't havin', they broke and they miserable
Better soak in all the flavor I spit to you
Stick on the drugs so this shit can get critical
[Verse 1]
I'm in the spot and I'm finna get to it
Go catch a play, then I'ma make me some music
If Big Money pull it, you know I'ma use it
These **** is funny, these **** amuse me
Just left from Neimans, I spilled a lil' thirty
Exotic pop, I be makin' it dirty
Just hit the grower, I told him to hurry
Black out the Spurs and these **** gon' scurry
Shop at your pussy, bitch, this shit electric
I haven't certified stones in my necklace
I'm havin' Salem weed, bitch, I'm connected
I'm sippin' dirty, that muddy for breakfast
Come get this shit and I ain't stickin' around
Money and money, I'm floodin' my town
Stackin' with me and I'm dickin' her down
Binary trigger, I'm lovin' the sound
Bottega trainers, I'm finna train 'em
Hundred pounds come in, it came on a trailer
Know I'm not trickin', you know I ain't payin'
Three different bitches, you know I'ma play it
Stupid-ass ****, he ain't even weighed
Took out the zip, you know how I play it
Beat all the odds, I feel like I made it
Run up my spot and that chopper gon' slay him
[Chorus]
I gotta weigh this shit out, wait a minute
I gotta go catch a play, wait a minute
I gotta thug through this shit, wait a minute
Too many sides, we over the limit
Mercedes, I serve out the window of Benzes
Shut the fuck up, let me handle this business
Give me a Glock, watch me handle my business
Give me a scale, watch me handle my business
I'ma get money as long as they print it
I'm havin' scripts like a pharmacy dentist
Put that shit on and these **** gon' mimic
Demon, I push it, you know I'm identical
Glock 43 and these bitches identical
**** ain't havin', they broke and they miserable
Better soak in all the flavor I spit to you
Stick on the drugs so this shit can get critical
Written by: John Carrington Jr., Tysen Jay Bolding, Xavier Dotson

