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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Frankie Linstrom
Songwriter
Testi
Another day, another $50,000 I'm in the back of the club, lookin' real
good, hoe, I'm second to none Cigarettes in my lungs, and when it come
to partying I'm gettin' it done Yeah I was fuckin' fine women, no rubber in my
off-whites Ops comin' at me, give a fuck, I'm goin all night
Don't give a damn, I just do it cause it's not right
Keep your mouth shut, I see it open, then its on sight
I make a lot of money
I make a lot of money I make a lot of money
I make a ridiculous amount of money I make a lot of money
I make a lot of money I make a lot of money
I make a stupid amount of money
More money than your dad, I didn't wanna tell you cause I thought it'd make you sad
Make you suicidal just by lookin' at the stacks Boy, you never wanna rival me, I never
come in last, cause I'm bad Boy, you swimmin' in debt
When I walk up in the room, every pussy get wet
You on EBT, boy, I'm up in a jet That recession ain't shit, that ain't even a threat
I'm gettin' pressed, never needed protection
Livin' in the clutch, boy, you live in collections No one ever steppin' cause I'm comin' in beast mode
Buy a new car while your shit gettin' repoed
Get your broke ass out of my face
Get your broke ass out of my face Get your broke ass out of my face
Get your broke ass out of my face
I make a lot of money I make a lot of money
I make a lot of money I make an unreasonable amount of money
Get the fuck out my face Get the fuck out my face
Get the fuck out my face Get the fuck out my face
I been ballin' but I go broke quicker than people owe me
Disappearin' from my texts but on story be yellin' Kobe
I do twenty dollar features cause I really love Ginobili
I got more bread stacked than a bacon could ever show me
Got a text from Zuck and he told me he wanna do lunch
Shadow banned the underground rappers that woulda blew up
Moved up and get more K's than even Ku Klux
I swooped up and picked up birds but never cooped up
Big bank breakin' every time I drop a mixtape
Get the cheese, the moolah, and trade it in for big cakes
Spend like twenty K to get a plate that my cat ate
They said I came in too late until they seen Chase
Get moolah like YouTube bruhs prime in the cooler
Shoes shut the doors of the pickup before he shoot up
Haven't seen a one dollar bill my whole life I can frown to the crown so they sayin' he's so nice
No price I can't laugh off they take the hats off
Slacked off and earned more health to get these racks up
Pass on to none of my kids because they got none
They ask where the money dudes at I only know one
Written by: Frank Linstrom