CRASH - WE$TPHAL, iamJMARS & Mistah F.A.B.: Song Lyrics, Music Videos & Concerts

WE$TPHAL, iamJMARS & Mistah F.A.B.

CRASH

44

Hip-Hop/Rap

CRASH was released on July 17, 2026 by FRXJW Music Group as a part of the album CRASH - Single

Song Details

AlbumCRASH - Single

Release DateJuly 17, 2026

LabelFRXJW Music Group

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM100

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

iamJMARS

Performer

WE$TPHAL

Performer

Mistah F.A.B.

Performer

Christopher Thornton

Christopher Thornton

Programming

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Christopher Thornton

Christopher Thornton

Composer

Jordan Thornton

Jordan Thornton

Songwriter

Justin Westphal

Justin Westphal

Songwriter

Stanley Petey Cox

Stanley Petey Cox

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Christopher Thornton

Christopher Thornton

Producer

James Hoover

Mixing Engineer, Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yo

Lil' mama, how you do that?

Ass so fat but it's moving like fluid

Mac on your lips, let me add something to it

Cash talk in this bitch and I been quite fluent

But you knew that

Once you seen the fly stepper walk in

Chris on the beat, not talking walkin'

Big bill spender, twenties getting thrown

On sinners that's spinning on chrome

I tend to gravitate towards where the show at

You and all foes, I'm froze, get a Kodak

Bitch, really I can't hold back

Horrible, this dough stack higher than the ceiling

I am willing to maybe part ways with it though

If I'm finding you appealing, dependent

How far you 'bout to go in this minute?

Could pay your rent but I ain't never been a tenant

Crash out, crash out

For this cash, better make me pass out

Do your dance, put a stack in your mouth

If you want it that bad, better make that ass bounce

Crash out, crash out

For this cash, better make me pass out

Do your dance, put a stack in your mouth

If you want it that bad, better make that ass bounce

Ayy, crash out, I told her I'm on my Bandicoot

Dope bearer spread loves in my London shoes

Break bread or play dead, who you handed to?

The whole room when I step in, I be scanning through

Been a millionaire, what you talking 'bout? Scamming who?

Fools, fools, you doo-doo, I'm the boo-boo

Pluck feathers, check cheddar, what I do do

Know the old me treat you like I never knew you

Screw you, dope bearer, the new foo-foo

Voodoo, grown man wearing a tutu

Rich but act broke, I be really on my new-new

My old slut is your new boo

Thought you thought you mad at me, I thought you knew, dude

I been hitting them for decades, you the new dude

Get up out of here, go on scoot-scoot

Shoo-choo, ran a train on her high school

Choo-choo, tap in when you touch, we the who's who

Crash out, crash out

For this cash, better make me pass out

Do your dance, put a stack in your mouth

If you want it that bad, better make that ass bounce

Crash out, crash out

For this cash, better make me pass out

Do your dance, put a stack in your mouth

If you want it that bad, better make that ass bounce

Do your dance, baby girl, do your dance, huh

Do your dance, baby girl, do your dance, uh

Uh, uh, yo, uh

Baby girl, better make that ass bounce

Big tipper, bill spender, pass routes like

Belichick and Brady in the south

With a stack full of twenties and them diamonds in my mouth

I scout all the talent in the room, fuck the clout, baby

Better make me proud, show me what you 'bout, baby

Got a bag, get a fistful of cash

If you feeling passionate, go Michael Jackson bad with it

Know I been a fat ass magnet

Anything I want, I'm attracting it

Work in this net worth passive

I do this in my sleep but I still remain active

Go on ahead, get a ration

I ain't one to judge, 'specially with how that back move

I'm just showing love, don't attach to it

Know I got the funds for anyone who gon' crash through it

Crash out, crash out

For this cash, better make me pass out

Do your dance, put a stack in your mouth

If you want it that bad, better make that ass bounce

Crash out, crash out

For this cash, better make me pass out

Do your dance, put a stack in your mouth

If you want it that bad, better make that ass bounce

Crash out, crash out

For this cash, better make me pass out

Do your dance, put a stack in your mouth

If you want it that bad, better make that ass bounce

Crash out, crash out

For this cash, better make me pass out

Do your dance, put a stack in your mouth

If you want it that bad, better make that ass bounce

Written by: Christopher Thornton, Jordan Thornton, Justin Westphal, Stanley Petey Cox

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