Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Trey Songz
Trey Songz
Vocals
Meek Mill
Meek Mill
Vocals
Diddy
Diddy
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brandon Green
Brandon Green
Songwriter
Tremaine Neverson
Tremaine Neverson
Songwriter
Jerren Spruill
Jerren Spruill
Songwriter
Robert Rihmeek Williams
Robert Rihmeek Williams
Songwriter
Troy Taylor
Troy Taylor
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Trey Songz
Trey Songz
Executive Producer
Troy Taylor
Troy Taylor
Producer
Edgar Bautista
Edgar Bautista
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Anthony Daniel
Anthony Daniel
Recording Engineer
Jerren Spruill
Jerren Spruill
Producer
Jean-Marie Horvat
Jean-Marie Horvat
Mixing Engineer
Mark B. Christensen
Mark B. Christensen
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Throw some mother fuckin money in the air Throw some mother fuckin money in the air Trigga' let's go Let's go, let's go Let's go, let's go Throw some mother fuckin money in the air Throw some mother fuckin money in the air Trigga' let's go Stop, pose what's that Bend it over quick throw your butt back We're from the mill where the bucks at She see me spend a couple mill like fuck that She wanna ride on it like a bus pass Give me smart brain and a dumb pack Gonna poke it out thumb tank Back that ass up Ima front that Knock it out the park like these other niggas bunt that Turn the music up where the club at? Throw a couple stacks where the 1s at Shout to all the women that know they have that come back Girl you got that I can see it from the front pack She said damn they be hatin' where thet love that I said damn there you looking like you does that Hair up damn she done brought the fuckin bun back Get it Get it, shade, damn bring the sun back Be crazy, damn bring the drums back This your city nigga damn how I run that Thank God I was a singer, damn bring the run back Oooo check me out dog I'ma keep it real with you check me out dog I'm just tryin' to chill with you Hey check me out dog I'ma keep it real with you Hey check me out I'ma keep it real with you Hey check me out dog I'm just tryin' to chill with you Hey check me out dog I'ma keep it real with you Che-check me out Mm daddy You say you work hard where you work at Girl I go hard let me work that Say you got drive well reverse that Come on beat it up I'ma, I'ma hurt that Single mom, yeah yeah I support that I don't judge baby I ain't tryin to court that I don't play baby I ain't tryin to sport that Talking 'bout its real when I know someone bought that Long time money and you niggas cant afford that Bad bitches in the studio where I record that Right now and Im finna pipe down once im done with this verse shit I'ma kill the pussy I rehearse it Ima fool wit it, super cool wit it Why you snoozin' I got to ooze in it I took the panties and I put a pool in it Ya the flow stupid, so stupid Ooo check me out dog I'ma keep it real with you Hey check me out dog I'm just tryin' to chill with you Hey check me out dog I'ma keep it real with you Hey check me out I'ma keep it real with you Hey check me out dog I'm just tryin' to chill with you Hey check me out dog I'ma keep it real with you Che-check me out Uh, check me out dog, I'm in the wrong glow Red bottoms for the models never out tho Catch me ride in the maserati with the top low And I get deep up in that pussy than im out yo Bad bitch and the miles low Oh that's your main chick dats my side hoe She a dime, she a dime so I don't know When I compare 'em its like a chevy to a tahoe Yo trigga' where the hoes? I'm into my jellys they like what are those I got them guys jelous 'cause I'm getting doughs She said she never seen a ghost so she was in my rose Look it here, I'ma get it real with you Get it clear, I ain't tryin' to chill with you Give it here so I can put this steel in Now shorty bust it open for a real nigga Ooo check me out dog I'ma keep it real with you check me out dog I'm just tryin' to chill with you check me out dog I'ma keep it real with you Che-check me out ooo check me out dog I'ma keep it real with you check me out dog I'm just tryin' to chill with you check me out dog I'ma keep it real with you Che-check me out Uhmm Daddy See This right here, this goes out To all the motherfucking getting money bitches in the house Don't stop let's work let's rock Don't stop let's work let's rock Throw some mother fuckin money in the air Throw some mother fuckin money in the air Mmm daddy
Writer(s): Troy Taylor, Tremaine Neverson, Brandon Green, Jerren Spruill, Robert Williams Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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