멜로디에 강한 음악
잘 정의된 음악 패턴에 따른 명확하고 기억에 남는 멜로디를 갖춘 곡입니다. 이 척도가 높은 곡은 일반적으로 연주나 보컬 라인이 명확하고 기억에 남는 것이 특징입니다.
어쿠스틱 악기 중심
곡이 전자 음악이나 디지털 합성 음악이 아닌 어쿠스틱 악기(예: 피아노, 기타, 바이올린, 드럼, 색소폰)를 얼마나 많이 사용하는지를 나타내는 척도입니다.
발랑스
곡의 화성과 리듬 요소를 통해 전달되는 음악적 긍정성 또는 감정적 톤입니다. 높은 쾌감은 행복, 흥분, 희열의 감정에 해당하며, 낮은 쾌감은 슬픔, 분노, 우울과 연관됩니다.
춤추기 좋은 음악
템포의 안정성, 리듬 패턴, 비트 강조 등 여러 요인의 조합을 통해 곡이 춤추기에 얼마나 적합한지 정하는 척도입니다. '춤추기 좋은' 곡의 특징은 일정한 템포, 반복적인 음악 구조, 강한 다운비트입니다.
에너지
트랙의 강렬함은 템포, 역동성, 음악적 밀도에 영향을 받을 수 있습니다. 에너지가 높은 곡은 강렬한 리듬과 풍부한 악기 편곡으로 구성되는 반면, 에너지가 낮은 곡은 음악적으로 간결하고 느린 템포가 특징일 수 있습니다.
BPM71
크레딧
실연 아티스트
Chillinit
보컬
작곡 및 작사
Blake Turnell
작곡가
Chris Rich
작곡가
프로덕션 및 엔지니어링
Chris Rich Beats
프로듀서
Mickey Kojak
믹싱 엔지니어
Wayne Sunderland
마스터링 엔지니어
가사
[Verse 1]
More money, more problems (Turn me up all the way)
More money, more problems (Turn it up all the way, bro)
More money, more problems, yeah, yeah
[Verse 2]
More money, more problems
Christopher Wallace, they'll kick in my door
Stick to the facts, look at my plaques
Now there be levels, so stick to the score
Speaking of levels, my girl be the devil
And she wants to smoke on the sixtieth floor
She want it rough, she wanna fuck
Man on the phone, she's missing the call, missing the call
I said, "What, mate?
Brother, how you on the rocks and you not straight?"
How you on the top? You're not, your shit drop
When it flop, can't stick 'em, see through like Scotch tape
Brother got the ganja fumes, I passed ya, dude
Ya bars are stupid like hot flame
Drop like a Asian barbecue
My party room has got chopsticks and a hot plate
MH17, you're a lost case
Yeah, I'm better with the steeze, you ain't got game
But you're honest to promise I'm gettin' on it
Gettin' stoned like Onyx, throw rotten like Dot name
(Oi, cunt) You ain't got Gucci
(Oi, cunt) You ain't got groupies
And you can't even weigh up a gram
Is it double-oh seven like a James Bond movie?
You can't spit like Dons, hit Rick like Ross, I'm a big time boss
Get the paper, sniff the white, I'm like Dana
Midnight thot on a midnight drop
Yeah, what? Brudda, what? Wanna get my spot?
Brudda, fuck it, I won it, so you can piss right off
Brudda, fuck it, I run it, so get your money for nothing
You wanna act real hard, but your inside soft
You get smoked like weed in the house
You're a rat like 6ix9ine was
Your girl get good D on the couch
'Cause she love all the big nice prof–
Kick back when you see me around
Big stacks and my big, nice watch
I get money without leaving my house
I guess I call that a inside job
Brudda, I'm a star like Ringo
Ting go da-da-da-da, that's lingo
Blaze on the herb, you heard the spliff burns
So I might steal your baby girls, I'm like dingoes
She go spend your last, so I'm gringo
She's gonna bend it back, it's like limbo
She's gonna bend it back, bend it back
Yeah, she gonna bend it back, rah
Brother, I'm in and out your lane
I could headbutt a brother like Zinedine Zidane
I get head rush, brother, I'm in a house of pain
Get a headfuck, brother, I lift back your frame, like
Family first, heart is still broken, my heart be in pain
Fuck this emotion, I don't feel emotion
I don't show emotion, I laugh in your face
Fuck all my friends, fuck their revenge
I know that karma could come in a day
Down for the streets, but why would I beef
When the shit I release hit the chart in a day?
Money get made, I rock Louis like Suarez
Brother get the robbin' like Arjen
Rock with a ounce, gee, strike, emcee's Lewandowski
Brother get up and gone in a half-sec
Well, I'm gonna half-step, yeah, the hard flow kill ya
On the defence, Thiago Silva
Rock them, Sydney to Tottenham
Brother got the pot up in the van of my Tarago, silver
Packed out van full of saddies, mayne
Your girl callin' me daddy, mayne
Back in the day, it was on RV
Like a Tottenham king, that's Harry Kane
Yeah, I do this, that's true shit
Little hunnies I'm fuckin', they all be too thick
Your girl's toothpick
My girl on a boat with a P and a O, cruise ship
You wanna do this? Want smoke? Pass the hookah
Been midfield like Luka
You know the bars are the bomb and the bars could nuke ya
So bang, brudda, bang, brudda, master shooter
Let me play, take leaves like Mark Viduka
Little bae got tits, thick hips, big bitch
In the back of my van doing Kama Sutra
When did this happen?
Now I got these hunnids and dope in my whip
Now I got thotties that speaking in Spanish
And she wanna fuck and then smoke on the spliff
Bottle for bottle, she callin' me daddy
And she wanna fuck while her throat's in my grip
And I count all my money I make off my rappin'
And cut some Columbian coke off the brick
We on some shit
[Verse 3]
Brother, that's overdrive
I said, brother, yeah, brother, that's overdrive
And yeah, I own the mic, stoned the skill, you know the drill
Yeah, I ride for my bros for life
Because everybody talks online
Talk like you know me, bro, that's fine
You don't like me, I don't like you
I feel the same, but you cunts wanna speak my name
I said, okay, brother, that's overdrive
Yeah, brother, yeah, brother, that's overdrive
Yeah, brother, yeah, brother
Yeah, brother, yeah, brother
Yeah, brother, yeah, brother, that's overdrive, ugh, yeah
Now I'm going overkill, I said, ugh
Now I'm going overkill, I said, huh
Now I'm going overkill, I said, ugh, ugh
Written by: Blake Turnell, Chris Rich

