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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Saweetie
Saweetie
Lead Vocals
Gino Borri
Gino Borri
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Diamonté Harper
Diamonté Harper
Songwriter
Gino Borri
Gino Borri
Songwriter
Jocelyn Donald
Jocelyn Donald
Songwriter
Omari Massenburg
Omari Massenburg
Songwriter
Rasool diaz
Rasool diaz
Songwriter
Shane Lindstrom
Shane Lindstrom
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Gino Borri
Gino Borri
Producer
Sool Got Hits
Sool Got Hits
Co-Producer
Michelle Manicini
Michelle Manicini
Mastering Engineer
Ryan Gladieux
Ryan Gladieux
Recording Engineer
Murda Beatz
Murda Beatz
Producer

Lyrics

Murda on the beat so it's not nice Moola, moola, moola, man, that's all I give a fuck about Dollar deals and family, man, that's all I give a fuck about Talking out the side your mouth, I don't give a fuck about Got my own bands, but I still want you to cash me out Trick, nigga, you's a trick (You's a trick) You pay my rent, I still won't let you hit (Hell no) You want a bag? I got my own shit (Yeah, bitch) You popping bands, I still won't let you hit (No, no, no) Moola, moola, moola, man, that's all I give a fuck about Dollar deals and family, man, that's all I give a fuck about Talking out the side your mouth, I don't give a fuck about Got my own bands But I still want you to cash me out Everybody bosses 'til the bill come 'round But a nigga gotta eat, so I ain't checkin' the amount Every baller wanna holler, let me max his card out Hit Rodeo, that's a K-O on his bankroll, then I'm out I like Leos 'cause they meaner when it come out they mouth Got a Aries that take care of me when I'm in the South I like Virgos 'cause they loyal and they always devout But my favorite sign the one that come before the amount That's a dollar sign every time, if it ain't, then nevermind Ownership of all my shit or I don't sign the dotted line I'ma come for all of mine, make it rain, then see the shine Diamond in the rough, but all these diamonds, I ain't hard to find Trick, nigga, you's a trick (You's a trick) You pay my rent, I still won't let you hit (Hell no) You want a bag? I got my own shit (Yeah, bitch) You popping bands, I still won't let you hit (No, no, no) Moola, moola, moola, man, that's all I give a fuck about Dollar deals and family, man, that's all I give a fuck about Talking out the side your mouth, I don't give a fuck about Got my own bands But I still want you to cash me out I like them out of town niggas, teach me something different Hold it down niggas that don't mess around wit' ya I just mind my own business, got my own business I'm a walking check, so I ain't checkin' for you bitches Ain't gon' get none of this unless he spends some on this Expensive-ass ish, cater every wish My fragrance is rich, ooh, I smell like The Ritz Keep my cheese with the Swiss So I ain't paying me shit (Bitch) Moola, moola, moola, man, that's all I give a fuck about Dollar deals and family, man, that's all I give a fuck about Talking out the side your mouth, I don't give a fuck about Got my own bands But I still want you to cash me out Trick, nigga, you's a trick (You's a trick) You pay my rent, I still won't let you hit (Hell no) You want a bag? I got my own shit (Yeah, bitch) You popping bands, I still won't let you hit (No, no, no) Moola, moola, moola, man, that's all I give a fuck about Dollar deals and family, man, that's all I give a fuck about Talking out the side your mouth, I don't give a fuck about Got my own bands But I still want you to cash me out
Writer(s): Shane Lindstrom, Jocelyn Donald, Rasool Diaz, Diamonte Harper, Gino Borri, Omari Massenburg Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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