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INTERPRETAÇÃO
Quin NFN
Quin NFN
Vocais
Money Man
Money Man
Vocais
COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA
David James Morse
David James Morse
Composição
John Antonio Carrington Jr
John Antonio Carrington Jr
Composição
Quinlan Sharif McAfee
Quinlan Sharif McAfee
Composição
Tysen Jay Bolding
Tysen Jay Bolding
Composição
PRODUÇÃO E ENGENHARIA
SAK PASE
SAK PASE
Produção
Trauma Tone
Trauma Tone
Produção
David Morse
David Morse
Produção

Letra

(David, wake up) Let's go Fuckin' with the scammers we gon' make the bank go on alert Fuckin' with the circle we gon' put your partner on a shirt Feelin' kinda evil I should probably go and pray today Feelin' kinda trap-ish I might go and catch a play today Fuckin' with the scammers, I fucked around and caught another play Told my bro to take his time and get 'em smush'd another day Soon a bitch get comfy like she love me, find another bae They know we 'bout action I'm still packin' like a runaway Bullet proof Durango truck inside the hood, don't shoot at me My young thug, he a gunna to the opps, but he's still pushin' Ps Bitch quit tryna act like you ain't fuck and let that pussy breathe Sold that hoe some cookie smoke, she gave up her cookie tree (damn) We ain't tryna cook a key, my bro rich off of trees only (trees only) Fucked up we ain't givin' fronts, you still ain't sold that weed smoky Make this shit athletic like recess, he tried to swing on me (ha) Bitches balance must be off the weight they tryna lean on me Lost so much designer I fuck around and still bring some Yeezys out (Yeezys out) She told me to leave it in back then they tried to leave me out Did some dirt inside the streets, some niggas tryna see me 'bout (tryna see me) We can do some punchin' but right after I'ma squeeze it out I'm on my way to a payment still can't relate to a statement Lil Quincho came from the pavement these niggas got me mistaken My youngin' slide with the quickness To shock a nigga like Raiden I'm stackin', trackin' my bacon These different foreigns what I'm racin' Let's go Fuckin' with the scammers we gon' make the bank go on alert Fuckin' with the circle we gon' put your partner on a shirt Feelin' kinda evil I should probably go and pray today Feelin' kinda trap-ish I might go and catch a play today Fuckin' with the scammers, I fucked around and caught another play Told my bro to take his time and get 'em smush'd another day Soon a bitch get comfy like she love me, find another bae They know we 'bout action I'm still packin' like a runaway Had to grab another phone, my last droid was hot as fuck Had to grab another broad, my last vibe was too stuck up Might go start a navy fed and have Lil Juney fill it up A red eye and a Cullinan you know I like to mix it up I get money fifty different ways my sons will never drive Kicked that nigga out the spot today 'cause he ain't have his fire The streets ain't for you niggas, go to college nigga hit DeVry Clip a nigga with this .45, I'm feelin' like Kawhi Count up eighty watching HBO, that's just some petty shit Go and get a SBA or PPP, quit beggin' bitch Tryna take the easy route, the internet providing funds Feelin' kinda paranoid, so everyday I'm buying guns Tell yo bitch quit starin' before I take her to my residence Hangin' with these wolves in the jungle, that's my element Everything I got, it from the streets ain't get no settlement No we not alike 'cause me and you is different specimens Tryna stop the schemin' but I'm having and it pay too much All these diamonds on me she gon fuck, ain't gotta say too much Let's go Fuckin' with the scammers we gon' make the bank go on alert Fuckin' with the circle we gon' put your partner on a shirt Feelin' kinda evil I should probably go and pray today Feelin' kinda trap-ish I might go and catch a play today Fuckin' with the scammers, I fucked around and caught another play Told my bro to take his time and get 'em smush'd another day Soon a bitch get comfy like she love me, find another bae They know we 'bout action I'm still packin' like a runaway
Writer(s): Shama Joseph, Tysen Bolding, David Morse, Quinlan Mcafee, John Jr. Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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