Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Uzi Vert
Lil Uzi Vert
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lyle Leduff
Lyle Leduff
Songwriter
Symere Woods
Symere Woods
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lyle Leduff
Lyle Leduff
Producer
Kesha Lee
Kesha Lee
Recording Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Like when it come to hundreds that's money my way Remember she ain't want me now she all in my face Like uh girl you too late, you ain't got no taste Driving to the bank, I can't close my safe Brittany be my bae Money anyway Um I couldn't wait Getting these hundreds I count it What you want watch me just count it All of my diamonds outstanding Don't want to sit on the dick then just stand bitch Nowadays I'm getting money Paid a hundred fifty just for a sandwich Walk around with the big guns so a lil nigga know you cannot jump me Oh no hoe you can't have my cake Stepping in Margiela you can't walk my way Like get out my face Diamonds on my teeth don't talk my way What do you want with me? What do you want with me? Kicking her out see you later Cancel her like Ricki Lake I was just playing 2K Losing my money 2K But I got all of this cake It do not matter to me Like when it come to hundreds that's money my way Remember she ain't want me now she all in my face Like uh girl you too late, you ain't got no taste Driving to the bank, I can't close my safe Brittany be my bae Money anyway Um I couldn't wait What is that all on your waist Goyard that's all on my waist Cartier all on my face I got the drug with the fade Talking that shit get you fade Walking around with the bank Walking around with the bank Ya walking around with the bank Ya I'm alright Nowadays I feel like I'm alive Ya I could've died I'm the shit nigga I got ten wives I'm just playing I got one What you want Walking around in Prada jeans with like 20 something I bought two pair of Balmain jeans that's 20 hundred Like when it come to hundreds that's money my way Remember she ain't want me now she all in my face Like uh girl you too late, you ain't got no taste Driving to the bank, I can't close my safe Brittany be my bae Money anyway Um I couldn't wait
Writer(s): Symere Woods, Don Cannon, Lyle Leduff Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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