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FUNDS
Hip-Hop/Rap
FUNDS was released on April 3, 2026 by DEADPLUM Records as a part of the album FUNDS - Single
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Release DateApril 3, 2026
LabelDEADPLUM Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bribe
Bribe
Vocals
CLXUDA
CLXUDA
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
T Pass
T Pass
Songwriter
Reo Alexander Morman
Reo Alexander Morman
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
AKVRI
AKVRI
Producer

Lyrics

Cool 5 figures for the month
Stressed no bread I'm a sucker for the funds
Imma always hold it down, never changing for a chump
I got tired of the trunk, so I switch it to the front
No I never split the check, I would never go Dutch
You could find me in the crunch time comin' up clutch
Dribble dribble trip dub ice sittin' in my blood
Fit poppin' with the spice I ain't talkin no munch uh
Addicted to the money I could never have enough
Always paper chasing what I do it giving me the rush
Like damn she a slut how she taking all the nut
Real demon in the sheets screaming how she like it rough huh
Ride around town I'm solo
This life shit crazy loco
He a broke boy 貧乏道路
I'm out in 沖縄 sipping 羽下 with the locals
I been going hard down low, oh no
Blowin' o's w my ex like it's tic tac toe
I don't even know where I'm going, on a road
Regrets, none left, it's a road I chose
I ain't gonna laugh cause it ain't no joke
Lay back with the bro smokin' west side dope
I don't really want no dome, but she on my lap
Said no cause I wanna be alone
I'm stained in this motherfucking bitch
Two chains, they hang to my motherfuckin' tits
Y'all think I'm lame, but I'm steady makin' hits
No pain no gain, so I'm cuttin' up my wrists
With ice like fangs when they diggin' in my shit
Like dang, okay, know I got it like this
Do you really wanna play? No games throwin' fists
Will Smith's soft ass when he swinging 'em at Chris, Chris
Stack my chips and I walk like this
I'm like a mob boss bitch I was born for this
You talk slick, get masked like Donda did
I put him back inside the trunk he was made to fit
And you bitch made small body frame motherfucka
Thought you was the man ain't acting what I heard of
Call yo shitty bluff I'm the fucking table turner
Tide is on my side and yo life all over hoe
I ain't nothing like you fuckas can not even comprehend
Bitching by the mouth and you would never take a stance
Me and bribe killed this shit and decimated by the end
I'm five star wanted by these bitches like Michelin
Cool 5 figures for the month
Stressed no bread I'm a sucker for the funds
Imma always hold it down, never changing for a chump
I got tired of the trunk, so I switch it to the front
No I never split the check, I would never go Dutch
You could find me in the crunch time comin' up clutch
Dribble dribble trip dub ice sittin' in my blood
Fit poppin' with the spice I ain't talkin no munch uh
Written by: Reo Alexander Morman, T Pass
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