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Jacob Anderson
Jacob Anderson
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PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
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Dillon Parker
Dillon Parker
Mixing Engineer
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Prof
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Lyrics

Ima get drunk and bury my money, bury my money, bury my money Time to get turnt up, grimy muddy, grimy muddy, grimy muddy (grime money) Big boy, big game, choose a flavor Big toys, big chain, you's a hater Pink Floyd, Butane, excuse me waiter We stand on hallowed ground, go like dun dun dun pay dirt! Bush whackin' my way up the tax brackets Jack, you're talkin' 'bout practice? I'm known as the fastest, ever since Cassius passed You're slow as molasses I'm loud and I'm brash I'm swerving through lanes like a lass having contractions Cut up a half a patch of acid A little less conversation and more action Gotta get it crackin' the minute that they can make it happen Working back at Dillon's, I kill 'em until I'm living lavish I could big up every single bro that they say that could help me I would rather take out my piece and go take a look at revenge Ima get drunk and bury my money (bury my money, bury my money) Time to get turnt up, grimey muddy, grimy muddy, grimy muddy Said Ima get drunk and bury my money (bury my money, bury my money) Time to get turnt up, grimy muddy, grimy muddy, grimy muddy Swag long as the moon to earth King of the mother fucking universe Ops is food, ooh dessert Take dude to church, I'm doing the work In the same breath, I'mma loot the purse Too berserk, my boo shoot to murk It ain't hard to tell 'bout who's in first Why grab two stones when I can shoot the bird?? Lit as fuck Don't want none Mercedes truck Not enough More power, more pain More money, more gains More haters, more chains More houses, more planes Are you thinking what I'm thinking? Dominate until we get into the Guinness I wake up in the morning, I'm the shit as is If you shoot for the king you better kill that bitch Yeah, I'mma make them feel that shit, pressure non-stop I'mma make them eat that shit, with some hot sauce I'mma knocks the block off, put it in a crock pot And do the cha-cha Ima get drunk and bury my money (bury my money, bury my money) Time to get turnt up, grimy muddy, grimy muddy, grimy muddy Said Ima get drunk and bury my money (bury my money, bury my money) Time to get turnt up, grimy muddy, grimy muddy, grimy muddy Just like that, there you have it
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