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BU$$ IT
Hip-Hop/Rap
BU$ IT was released on October 31, 2025 by MJ Records as a part of the album For The City, From The City
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Release DateOctober 31, 2025
LabelMJ Records
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM93

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
MJ
MJ
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Merrick Jacobus
Merrick Jacobus
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
MJ
MJ
Executive Producer
Foxy.tf
Foxy.tf
Producer

Lyrics

Yeah
Yeah
Let's go
Yeah
The way she throw it back
Got me pulsing, heart attack
Said she doin' this shit often
She has fun with that
Money maker
Bring it down
Toss it back, and make it smack
They don't know what you be doing
Girl, you hide behind the racks
In the backseat
Got it running like a track meet
Said that she be fucking with the songs
Cause they catchy
Way ahead of you buddy
You ain't finna catch me
I seen behind the lies, look me dead into my eyes
And tell me you ain't one for lying
Get me geeked off all dat ass
Make it swing like no one watching
I'm not one for playing games
But the ball you dropping often
Imma bow, bow, bow
Hit it up like shots are popping
And tell me you ain't one for lying
Get me geeked off all dat ass
Make it swing like no one watching
I'm not one for playing games
But the ball you dropping often
Imma bow, bow, bow
Hit it up like shots are popping
Shake dat ass, shake dat ass
Now buss it, buss it
Everytime I hit the spot
I know that she goin
Buss it, buss it
Everytime I hit the lick
I know that she goin
Buss it, buss it
When she hear the voice
Up in her ear
She goin' buss it, buss it
One more time for me
Drop it down and now you
Buss it, buss it
Money in the air, yeah it raining like confetti
And that bass be hitting hard, make it WAP but ain't no Fetty
Steppin' through the crowd like I'm walkin' on some water
And the DJ spin me twice, that's like the son to the father
Hundred on the wrist, that's a casual glance
And I got shorty by the bar tryna lock in a dance
I got that billionaire talk, but I keep it low key
Money stacking tall like it standin' on me
The way she throw it back
Got me pulsing, heart attack
Said she doin' this shit often
She has fun with that
Money maker
Bring it down
Toss it back, and make it smack
They don't know what you be doing
Girl, you hide behind the racks
In the backseat
Got it running like a track meet
Said that she be fucking with the songs
Cause they catchy
Way ahead of you buddy
You ain't finna catch me
I seen behind the lies, look me dead into my eyes
And tell me you ain't one for lying
Get me geeked off all dat ass
Make it swing like no one watching
I'm not one for playing games
But the ball you dropping often
Imma bow, bow, bow
Hit it up like shots are popping
And tell me you ain't one for lying
Get me geeked off all dat ass
Make it swing like no one watching
I'm not one for playing games
But the ball you dropping often
Imma bow, bow, bow
Hit it up like shots are popping
Everytime I hit the spot
I know that she goin
Buss it, buss it
Everytime I hit the lick
I know that she goin
Buss it, buss it
When she hear the voice
Up in her ear
She goin' buss it, buss it
One more time for me
Drop it down and now you
Buss it, buss it
Written by: Merrick Jacobus
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