Mike Dimes의 상위 곡
유사한 곡
크레딧
실연 아티스트
Mike Dimes
보컬
Joey Bada$$
보컬
작곡 및 작사
Michael Goode Jr.
송라이터
Jo-Vaughn Virginie
송라이터
William M Coleman
송라이터
프로덕션 및 엔지니어링
Mike Zombie
프로듀서
Spiff Sinatra
믹싱 엔지니어
Chris Athens
마스터링 엔지니어
Tyler Chase
레코딩 엔지니어
가사
I can get it gone in a blink (stack money)
We could make a bun from the sink (trap money)
He could make a call if you tweet (black money)
I could make a ball when I speak (rap money)
Brother used to hide a hundred grams in the hatchback
Potna used to bust a couple scams off of Snapchat
Shawty tryna come up on the bands 'cause her ass fat
We don't give a fuck 'bout Uncle Sam if you ask that
Nigga, where the cash at?
Put the money in the middle (middle)
Boy, I just solved a riddle for this pound cake (haha)
Giggles, now I see niggas fiddle all around me (straight up)
He little, my head was on a swivel (swivel)
He was pushin' a rental (a rental), ain't it coincidental? (on God)
He ain't really talkin' money, who he talkin' to?
Homie-hoppin' niggas need a pimp they all some prostitutes (hoe-ass nigga)
I can charge a band to get a glimpse of what I'm 'bouta do
They be talkin' shit to every bitch 'bout what they oughta do
My nigga, I ain't trippin' off nothin', my name is topic discussion (topic of discussion)
If I give them attention, they all would prolly start blushin' (ha)
So pussy, power and hunnids, the only thing that I'm crushin' on (crushin' on)
Bona fide, stood on everything that I stepped on, nigga
I can get it gone in a blink (stack money)
We could make a bun from the sink (trap money)
He could make a call if you tweet (black money)
I could make a ball when I speak (rap money)
Brother used to hide a hundred grams in the hatchback
Potna used to bust a couple scams off of Snapchat
Shawty tryna come up on the bands 'cause her ass fat
We don't give a fuck 'bout Uncle Sam if you ask that
Nigga, where the cash at?
They couldn't see me comin' with binoculars (Yeah)
Even if they did, tell me, who the fuck was stoppin' us? (Nobody)
The opps just keep poppin' up (uh), cops tryna lock us up (yeah)
Went outside the picture, but it ain't no Diddy croppin' us, nigga
Sorry, officer (uh), I'm a hood philosopher
.223s and the chopper open all the chakras up
The block is hotter than molten lava, check your thermometers
These rats is synonymous to climates in Guatemala, bruh
Bet your bottom dollar your favorite rapper'll get devoured (yeah)
Sign his death certificate quick, like, "Sayonara" (yeah)
In fact, it's better if he quit and save himself a problem (yeah)
He ain't got a chance to solve 'em
Tell me, "Get him," and he gone in a blink (stack money)
We could make a bun from the sink (trap money)
He could make a call if you tweet (black money)
I could make a ball when I speak (rap money)
Brother used to hide a hundred grams in the hatchback
Potna used to bust a couple scams off of Snapchat
Shawty tryna come up on the bands 'cause her ass fat
We don't give a fuck 'bout Uncle Sam if you ask that
Nigga, where the cash at?
Writer(s): Jo Vaughn Virginie, Unknown Unknown, Edy Edouard, Jacob Rivera, Michael Gamas, Jo-vaighn Virgnie
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