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Wow
1,998
Hip-Hop/Rap
Wow was released on June 27, 2025 by Thrd Eye Ent / EMPIRE as a part of the album Less is More
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Release DateJune 27, 2025
LabelThrd Eye Ent / EMPIRE
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM93

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Baby Money
Baby Money
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Carlos Deshawn Fischer
Carlos Deshawn Fischer
Songwriter
Reuel Walker
Reuel Walker
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Reuel
Reuel
Producer
Martain 1800it Parker
Martain 1800it Parker
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Go (Reuel, stop playin' with these ****)
[Chorus]
Sell the whole damn bag 'fore it land, wow
AP rubber bands, she like, "Wow"
Ask her when she tryna fuck, she like, "Now"
Wow, wow, wow
I got high as hell again, I done woke up in my Benz
Been fuckin' on her friends, she done woke up with my mans
Said she can't feel her legs, I ain't bustin' off a 10
And how you fuck, don't know her name? I she got her off the FN
[Verse 1]
Why they screamin' what you said, ****? This is what I'm sayin'
We gon' put one in your head, ****, this one for that playin'
I might just put one in your legs, ****, this for when you ran
I got rich on accident, tell 'em this wasn't in the plan
Tell the **** you don't fuck with me and knowin' I don't fuck with you
W-O-W, my watch lookin' like puddles do
We stretch the work and move that shit fast, The Incredibles
Cross me, then try to ball on me, I know better moves
Like when a **** bein' flashy, ****, let him shoot
Or when you finally get your shot, ****, step into it
We blowin' whistles, pull a TEC like a ref'll do it
I'm movin' risky, you can cop the bag, the Western Union
[Chorus]
Sell the whole damn bag 'fore it land, wow
AP rubber bands, she like, "Wow"
Ask her when she tryna fuck, she like, "Now"
Wow, wow, wow
I got high as hell again, I done woke up in my Benz
Been fuckin' on her friends, she done woke up with my mans
Said she can't feel her legs, I ain't bustin' off a 10
And how you fuck, don't know her name? I she got her off the FN
[Verse 2]
I re-up, break down again, re-up, break down again
Re-up, break down again, I'm sure you gettin' what I'm sayin'
It wasn't enough to move the truck, so I underhand the plane
Yeah, I'm trappin' with my stick 'cause I understand the game
Sell 'em high, get 'em cheap, thousand of 'em, kill the streets
I'm a S-T-A-R, but I T-R-A-P
****, this one AR and it slid through eight streets
'Bout that money, I'll snatch a **** kid, he waist-deep
I'm sellin' work for legal numbers, this brick goin' for eighteen
Money fuckin' with they stomach, swear these **** hate cheese
Shit, I'm known to get to it, I can't let it make me
Feel like Oscar, out the trash, so the presi' face green, yeah
[Chorus]
Sell the whole damn bag 'fore it land, wow
AP rubber bands, she like, "Wow"
Ask her when she tryna fuck, she like, "Now"
Wow, wow, wow
I got high as hell again, I done woke up in my Benz
Been fuckin' on her friends, she done woke up with my mans
Said she can't feel her legs, I ain't bustin' off a 10
And how you fuck, don't know her name? I she got her off the FN
Written by: Carlos Deshawn Fischer, Reuel Walker
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