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Bucks
11
Hip-Hop/Rap
Bucks was released on December 17, 2025 by Corborations as a part of the album Maajins - Single
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Release DateDecember 17, 2025
LabelCorborations
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM78

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Maajins
Maajins
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Samaj Nelson
Samaj Nelson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
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corbwtf
Engineer
Pekka
Pekka
Producer
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waera .
Producer

Lyrics

(Flee, flee)
(It’s gone, it’s gone, it’s gone, it’s gone, it’s gone)
(Wtf, my ****)
Huh, uhhhh
It’s a rave, turn it down, let’s go up
It’s a rave, turn it down, let’s go up
Show some face, show my sound, give no fuck
It’s ‘bout time y'all shot up
Touch the stage, hit the town, clear these bucks
Out my lane, bitch y’all down, ho I’m up
Tiger flame, bitch I'm bound to go up
Said her name, got her bag on influx
Whos to blame, not my fault, **** suck
Chopper bang, clear the town, **** what?
Tell the musicians I'm ready to live
I got a Glock, tag him on his hip
He missing fingers ‘cause he likes to steal
Twin finna crash, I know how it feel
I’m boutta bag send a wedding ring
I’m boutta bag fuck a what you think
These **** wack, get up out my rank
Bad ho, blonde hair, on-sync
Two on the head top, cuh-bink
Boy where the feds at, I ain’t
These **** pig, 12, like hank
I'm Larry Fitzgerald, to the bank
I got a big barrel, shells named
These **** Will Ferrell, for the fame
He try to spin ferris, click, bang
I drop a house in a bitch name
Told my brodie, we so lit, we gon’ take over this shit
I got black truck, every trip
You can’t fuck on every bitch
That's gonna keep her parents lit
On my grind I hit a smith
I just fucked on a lil witch, uh, word
She got powers, she magic
Bussin' AP, tragic
I got to watch out, static
Post up with a lil’ bad bitch
Flick up with that Brabus
No free sauce, stop asking
You so smart, Khalid (you loyal)
Bad ho get spoiled
Ten toes on soil
Smack bitch like coil
I say blue park, I’m royal
Fuck all the turmoil
Talk down, get him boiled
Came up this way for you
This for you baby, who else?
I don’t tell these **** none else (nothin’ else)
This for you baby, who else?
Bape brighter than the sun (Fuck, let’s get it)
Keep that
(For sure)
Hah, **** wack
(Flee, flee)
(It’s gone, it’s gone, it’s gone, it’s gone, it’s gone)
Huh, uhhhh
It’s a rave, turn it down, let’s go up
It’s a rave, turn it down, let’s go up
Show some face, show my sound, give no fuck
It’s ‘bout time y'all shot up
Touch the stage, hit the town, clear these bucks
Written by: Samaj Nelson
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