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Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
William Jordan Trice
William Jordan Trice
Songwriter
James Kerwin Hiltz
James Kerwin Hiltz
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kerwin Clemens
Kerwin Clemens
Producer

Lyrics

Yeah yeah Money play you know I'm coming fast Fingers cramp when I'm running through them racks Run it up now I'm bout to run it back One thing I ain't never coming last Yeah yeah yeah Fuck her off the percs baby I ain't coming fast 10 bands I just split it with my dad Everybody dicksucking ain't with none of that And my bitch mad these bitches wanna tweet me You can try but you won't never beat me Always asking can I get a beat please Distort hoodie with the VVs Dark tints you won't never ever see me Rest in Peace to Kobe I just did a three-peat Tryna test the water baby but it's knee deep Yeah yeah yeah (Yeah yeah) Okay Shawty only call me when she need me Bend it over for me come and freak me Baby wanna fuck me off the twisties shout my TT Then I took that bitch to Denny's that's a cheap skeet No you cannot fuck you not my type Like I'm hype William Trice I got ice Round my neck Please don't bite it Niggas pocket watching Like it then I cop it baby girl know I got options Me and Kerwin workin' in the trenches dawg Why you get quiet off the net we caught you slipping dawg Free up all my niggas serving sentence dawg Cause since they freed my nigga Dari he been getting off Yeah yeah She gone put that pussy on the face time Cut my dawg off cause he like to waste time Gotta big gun they can never take mine And my Bro in love with shooting told him wait slime Wait wait wait wait She still give me face put her in her place All the way in space we ain't in a wraith How long you gone take we gone shoot the play Pass the ball to Dot and you know he shoot it back to me You in love with three hoes all them bitches rats to me I don't wanna link to hear you mother fuckers rap to me I'm so sick of mother fuckers saying win you black to me Yeah yeah yeah yeah I ain't ever stressing all these L's just lessons Shooting up the club she treat my dick like it's a loaded weapon Shawty say she wanna have my babies I just use protection If a nigga talking out his neck we just gone up the rocket Niggas cappin on the net in real life y'all just frauds so stop it My bitch get so nasty off the Henny suck me out the socket She know imma get it out the mud she begging me to drop this Wait wait Money play you know I'm coming fast Finger cramp when I'm running through them racks Run it up now I'm bout to run it back One thing I ain't never coming last
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