Video musicale
I successi di MC Virgins
Suggerimenti
Crediti
PERFORMING ARTISTS
MC Virgins
Lead Vocals
Fumiharo
Sampler
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lucio Dominice
Songwriter
Jacob Kollegian
Songwriter
Finn Conley
Songwriter
Adam Bernstein
Songwriter
Alexander Howell
Songwriter
Nathan Fuller
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Fumiharo
Producer
Testi
Ari-arigato, Fumi
Ayy, so much money, I be fillin' up the bag
Lot of cash, lot of diamonds on me, hunnid on my swag
Lot of digits, you would think I'd have some bitches when I pull up
Windows tinted, they say, "I don't your virgin ass," uh
Down bad sniffing through my screen, facts
I could give you all my paper if you gave me one chance
Goddamn, thought I'd finally get a little when I got so many stans
Now I'm 'bouta spend a band on her OnlyFans 'cause
Ayy, shawty got a whole lotta ass
Cute face, nice waist, oh shit, bring it back, no cap
Ayy, now I'm gettin' money, count the racks
I be countin' them digits and I'm getting all these bags, like
(La, la, la) ayy, all the people say
(La, la, la) all the people say
(La, la, la) all the people say
(La, la, la) ayy, ayy
Ten car garage, whips all foreign
I got all this money, but she thinks I'm boring
Bitches want my dick, you would think I'm scorin'
She always sleepin' on me, lil' bitch, stop snorin'
In a Tesla whippin' now you see me, baby
Lookin' at Gibby like you wanna have his baby
Gettin' money, yeah, I be feelin' kinda decent lately
I got bands, but she don't even wanna date me
I got all of this gold, but you don't wanna dig it
Mansion party got rolled, I didn't see you in it
I wanna hit up your friend 'cause you know I'm a villain
And I would still try to fuck if I was stuck in prison
Y'all really get no bitches, man, I swear
Got these girls running like a race
So I'ma take one draw my nuts on her face like bomb
Don't play this for your mom, she gon' love my voice
Like Gibby and boys, I take what I want like Indian toys
Tryna to hit it when she see the Royce
We beat them boys, W's, CD's and tours, see me
This shit easy, my bitch freaky
I'm so boujee, my tap water only Fiji, uh
That's what I'm talkin' about!
Ayy, shawty got a whole lotta ass
Cute face, nice waist, oh shit, bring it back, no cap
Ayy, now I'm gettin' money, count the racks
I be countin' them digits and I'm getting all these bags, like
(La, la, la) ayy, all the people say
(La, la, la) all the people say
(La, la, la) all the people say
(La, la, la) ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, all the people say (la, la, la)
Ayy, ayy, all the people say (la, la, la)
Ayy, ayy, all the people say (la, la, la)
Ayy, ayy, all the people say
Writer(s): Nathan Fuller, Jake Kollegian, Adam Bernstein, Lucio Dominice, Finn Conley, Alec Howell
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