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MAX PAYNE
12
Hip-Hop/Rap
MAX PAYNE was released on August 21, 2025 by Achilles Productions as a part of the album MAX PAYNE - Single
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Release DateAugust 21, 2025
LabelAchilles Productions
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM76

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Cash Evens
Cash Evens
Rap
Evens McDonald
Evens McDonald
Rap
Naz Achilles
Naz Achilles
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Evens McDonald
Evens McDonald
Songwriter
Naz Achilles
Naz Achilles
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Naz Achilles
Naz Achilles
Engineer
RxseKiddo
RxseKiddo
Producer

Lyrics

Fuck Rxsekiddo
I said fuck Rxsekiddo
Yuh, yuh
Cash, yuh (it's lit )
Uh (it's lit, it's lit)
Uh (it's lit, it's lit, uh, **** what?)
Don't give no fuck 'bout you, you can go I'm gettin rich (rich, rich)
It's whole lot of different clothes, I keep these Timbs on my fit
You was trippin' 'bout that hoe but it's too bad cause that's my bitch (that's my bitch)
Green glasses with these jeans I feel like Trav, you know it's lit (cash)
Please don't hit my phone, it's too late I don't want you (yuh, yuh)
I be with luh Naz, spread the swag, yeah to you (yuh, yuh)
Two shots, I'll take three we go crazy in the stu' (yuh)
Got this brand new bad bitch she remind me of you (of you)
We in Miami, too many hoes I can't choose (I can't)
I can't even choose I'm way too lit, can't even lose (can't even lose)
These ****'s call me Cash, you know I'm stackin' up these blues (blues)
It's lit, It's lit, It's lit
Its lit, It's lit, I'm Lit
I walked a thousand miles, for this bag on my wrist
These **** on my dick, Cuz' my wave way too lit
Remember back then, My bank account was lookin sick
I got way more bread than Vicky, I just went Six for Six
I got bad hoes wanna lick me, Tryna' suck on me like ticks
She gon' back door you like ricky, Switchin' up for a couple bands
Better watch out for that van
Better clutch your steel if you can
I stick to the money like bamboo or even Spider-Man
Huh, yuh
Baggy Pants, for my fit, I can't even land
Always winnin' never losin, If I fall I'ma glide
Don't hate the player, Hate the game
I'm steady winnin' without tryin' (Try, try, try, try)
It's lit, It's lit
It's lit, I'm lit
Don't give no fuck 'bout you, you can go I'm gettin rich (rich, rich)
It's whole lot of different clothes, I keep these Timbs on my fit
You was trippin' 'bout that hoe but it's too bad cause that's my bitch (that's my bitch)
Green glasses with these jeans I feel like Trav, you know it's lit (cash)
Please don't hit my phone, it's too late I don't want you (yuh, yuh)
I be with luh Naz, spread the swag, yeah to you (yuh, yuh)
Two shots, I'll take three we go crazy in the stu' (yuh)
It's lit, It's lit, It's lit
Its lit, It's lit, I'm Lit
I walked a thousand miles, for this bag on my wrist
These **** on my dick, Cuz' my wave way too lit
Remember back then, My bank account was lookin sick
I got way more bread than Vicky, I just went Six for Six
It's lit, It's lit, It's lit
Its lit, It's lit, I'm Lit
Written by: Evens McDonald, Naz Achilles
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