Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Styles P
Styles P
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bryan-Michael Cox
Bryan-Michael Cox
Composer
Amerie Mi Marie Rogers
Amerie Mi Marie Rogers
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Scram Jones
Scram Jones
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I got wit' it, I'm so wit' it
First class flight overseas, I'm low wit' it
Stretchin' out the chair, we ain't low in it
Thinkin' of a house in Cali, can I grow in it?
Throw a booth in the place, imagine how I flow in it
Outer space bars, O-Z's to the face, y'all
Bowl, bottle, hot tub, in case, y'all
Plush life, laugh a lot, smile a lot
Light it up, bottle pop
Blowin' kush from San Diego to Ottawa
A long way from the days I used to bottle up
Keepin' all of my feelings bottled-up
Keepin' all of the guns hollowed up
Now we gettin' rich, gettin' twisted like Oliver
Money, pile it up, yeah
The first go-around, then again when we follow-up
[Verse 2]
Money, power, kush, sour
Hades, Aries, pills, powder
Pull it out, cock back, ligga, let it fly
Then a **** gone on that rig-a, red-eye
[Verse 3]
Money, power, kush, sour
Hades, Aries, pills, powder
Pull it out, cock back, ligga, let it fly
Then a **** gone on that rig-a, red-eye
[Verse 4]
Livin' and drivin' in big shit
If I die tonight, fuck it, my kid's rich
SIG shit, get your wigs split
Nothing personal, real nigg' shit
I'm on fire, you just smokin'
Playin' tennis with my connect, US Open
Blocks my office, no days off it
Loudest person's usually the softest
Coke is gorgeous, ice is flawless
It's repercussions that come with all this
Gun off safety till they come and replace me
You know what they say, death comes in traces
[Verse 5]
Money, power, kush, sour
Hades, Aries, pills, powder
Pull it out, cock back, ligga, let it fly
Then a **** gone on that rig-a, red-eye
[Verse 6]
Money, power, kush, sour
Hades, Aries, pills, powder
Pull it out, cock back, ligga, let it fly
Then a **** gone on that rig-a, red-eye
[Verse 7]
More fun than a festival
Audemars and Oyster Perpetuals
Goon **** that turn **** to vegetables
Long as it's coke, being broke's unacceptable
Word to the zero that go after the decimal
May I double the way I bubble
When ball is the shit that brought AI trouble
If rap had a Dave Stern, believe I'm him
Think not, bet the money in your Levi's then
Digital, analog, always had catalog
The bull for the matador
'Cause if I see red like the bulls do
Somebody's gettin' shot and won't pull through
Got more animals than a zoo do
Yeah, it's ghosts' ran
Motherfuckers should scram or get killed wit' they man
[Verse 8]
Money, power, kush, sour
Hades, Aries, pills, powder
Pull it out, cock back, ligga, let it fly
Then a **** gone on that rig-a, red-eye
[Verse 9]
Money, power, kush, sour
Hades, Aries, pills, powder
Pull it out, cock back, ligga, let it fly
Then a **** gone on that rig-a, red-eye
Written by: Amerie Mi Marie Rogers, Bryan-Michael Cox
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