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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sexyy Red
Sexyy Red
Vocals
BlakeIANA
BlakeIANA
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
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3dawg beats
Songwriter
Blake Batchman
Blake Batchman
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
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3dawg beats
Producer
Albert Anderson
Albert Anderson
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Only thing I love is money, commas make me horny (Money fetish) Ghost my last nigga, he wasn't doin' enough for me (Bye) Shout out to them bitches who keep my name in they mouth Just know I'm the big league and you hoes some Girl Scouts (Little-ass girl) Airplane mode, I don't wanna talk if money ain't bein' mentioned (Mmm) Thinkin' she could fuck with me, this bitch done lost her senses (Lost her mind) If that nigga top fire, I'm grantin' him three wishes Pulled a him on him, now he swear he can't stand bitches Pullеd a him on him, now he swear he can't stand hoеs (Hoes) My nigga pull up Hellcat, Trackhawk, Range Rove' (Skrrt) I'm lookin' good as hell, the fuck I look like stayin' inside for? (Fuck I look like?) Skully tee Chanaynay, bitch, I spent a ten on wardrobe (Ten) I get what I want and send these niggas off like mail (Get outta there) You can be his peace, 'cause I'm the type to give him hell (Hell) He thought he had me put up, crazy as hell (Crazy) More motion than a lot of niggas that's slangin' vacuum seal (Okay) Y'all might think it's drip, I just be gettin' fresh as hell (For real) Young raw turnt bitch, I ain't takin' no chill pill (Never ever) All my opps is dead 'cause bitches can't be for real (They dead) If that nigga fuck up, I'm gettin' back in the field (Back up in the field) Yeah, yeah, play dumb I put belt to ass, my nigga puttin' Dracs to drums (Bitch ass) I'ma blow some bread for real, I want every crumb Pressin' P on bitches always made my days fun Post a pic on Insta', to my DMs, niggas run (Nah, for real) You might think he's hot, to me, this nigga ain't worth nothin' (Back up, lil' bruh) Who want smoke with B? They gon' need another lung (Yup) Screamin', "Fuck ya life," like I'm from NY, bing bong (Dummy) Northside It's your favorite, hood hottest princess, Sexyy motherfuckin' Red in this motherfucker I had to hop on this bitch with my bitch Blake, Saint Louis shit, nigga (Sexyy) Only thing I want is cash, designer on my ass (Duh) Left my main nigga 'cause that dick was straight trash (Wack) Northside bitch, you know me, I chase a bag (On Bloods) Any nigga I fuck with gon' run his mouth and brag (Goofy) Cars tinted five, you can't see who in this whip (Nope) I like exotic guns, red beams with the switch (Graow, baow) My niggas don't talk 'cause I punch 'em in the lip (What?) Pulled a him on him, now he swear he can't stand a bitch (Sexyy) Only thing I love is money, commas make me horny (Money fetish) Ghost my last nigga, he wasn't doin' enough for me (Bye) Shout out to them bitches who keep my name in they mouth Just know I'm the big league and you hoes some Girl Scouts (Little-ass girl) Airplane mode, I don't wanna talk if money ain't bein' mentioned (Mmm) Thinkin' she could fuck with me, this bitch done lost her senses (Lost her mind) If that nigga top fire, I'm grantin' him three wishes Pulled a him on him, now he swear he can't stand bitches
Writer(s): Dmitriy Zavgorodniy, Janae Nierah Wherry, Black Batchman, Xyion Inc Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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