क्रेडिट्स
PERFORMING ARTISTS
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Vocals
Berge
Programming
Cheese
Programming
DRok
Programming
Lastwordbeats
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Aaron Hill
Songwriter
Daniel Lebrun
Songwriter
Kentrell Gaulden
Songwriter
Michael Roberge
Songwriter
Jason Goldberg
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Schneider Sienes
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Berge
Producer
Cheese
Producer
DRok
Producer
Lastwordbeats
Producer
Jason Goldberg
Mixing Engineer
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[Verse 1]
That's a hunnid, girl, did that money flow?
I was broke before, whoa-whoa
Put up with that shit with her, I don't really know
She like my foreign car, Rolls, Mr. Froze
Pull up all white, lookin' like I caught the holy ghost
Baby, this a Cullinan, this is not no Ghost
She told me that she like me, and say I'm her ghost
Whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa, I just sing to you
[Verse 2]
I got too much fluid, I'm drippin' when I come through it, whoa-whoa
Swerve in the foreign, that's a whoa-whoa
And that bitch cocaine snow
She the same color, bankroll rainbow (Rainbow)
She want me to come up with it, she don't care about if my money run out
Tryna bang me something
Heard he say my name, he stuntin'
I can't wait until the day we burn him
And the Nawf was home
Broad day, I go through the window, comin' out that house with something
Baby, I was broke
Now I don't know a hot summer, I don't know a cold winter
My desire adapted with my money
I just did it again, I just stepped on 'em
I got them hunnids from way back then
Put on that jersey, on back, it say Kemp
Swerve in that 'Burban with burners on him
I had to wire a fifty to her
I got them gunners on top of the rim, know that they all gon' dunk on something
Dump at something
Slide in the Maybach, stuntin', countin' up big rack hunnids, oh-oh
I shoot the gun at them ****, they already know how I'm comin', I got the M&Ms
Versace my **** 'nem, I wanna take me a jet out to London
Carat the diamond and everyone pointers
And you **** ain't on nothing, yeah
[Verse 3]
That's a hunnid, girl, did that money flow?
I was broke before, whoa-whoa
Put up with that shit with her, I don't really know
She like my foreign car, Rolls, Mr. Froze
Pull up all white, lookin' like I caught the holy ghost
Baby, this a Cullinan, this is not no Ghost
She told me that she like me, and say I'm her ghost
Whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa, I just sing to you
[Verse 4]
I got too much fluid, I'm drippin' when I come through it, whoa-whoa
Swerve in a foreign, that's a whoa-whoa
And that bitch cocaine snow
She the same color, bankroll rainbow
She want me to come up with it, she don't care about if my money run out
Written by: Aaron Hill, Daniel Lebrun, Jason "Cheese" Goldberg, Kentrell Gaulden, Michael Roberge

