音乐视频
音乐视频
制作
出演艺人
Wale
声乐
Spinz Beats
编程
Lil Wayne
声乐
作曲和作词
Daniel Forrest
词曲作者
Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.
词曲作者
Olubowale Akintimehin
词曲作者
制作和工程
Dave Kutch
母带工程师
Spinz Beats
制作人
Kevin Spencer
混音工程师
Wale Folarin
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歌词
[Verse 1]
Bitches want money stacks
I just want my percent
She told me to hit the hole
I used to play running back
You **** be fumbling
Don't you give 'em no gun again
These bitches be flying out here
'Cause money be coming in
[Verse 2]
Said the money be coming in
The money be coming in
The money be coming in
The money be coming in
See you **** just run your mouth, yeah
My ****, we run this shit
The money be coming in
The money be coming in
[Verse 3]
Look
My bitch is on Tumblr
Yo bitch need a tummy tuck
Since Jesus and Nazareth
The realest you've come across
I be with killers just coming home
They only hope is me and the Quran
They only wish is for that new chain
But they stuck up in the ankle bracelet
I get the money stacked
See, the moon's where it's sunny at
And I move where the realest beat
And the quickest, see, baby, you gettin' lapped
Yeah, the DMV on the map
That's a city, two states, if you can count
I'm as real as I say, I never lie
So whenever I go, know I'm runnin' back
[Verse 4]
Bitches want money stacks
I just want my percent
She told me to hit the hole
I used to play running back
You **** be fumbling
Don't you give 'em no gun again
These bitches be flying out here
'Cause money be coming in
[Verse 5]
Said the money be coming in
The money be coming in
The money be coming in
The money be coming in
See you **** just run your mouth
My ****, we run this shit
The money be coming in
The money be coming in
[Verse 6]
These bitches want money stacks
Me, I want a hundred stacks
These bitches selling their soul
While I want my money back
She bouncing like jumping jacks
But she got a funny ass
Look what them booty shots done to that
That bitch need her money back
Lord, she like the finer things
She said I sent her a diamond ring
She say I buy her all kind of things
She lie about everything
I put her on time out and everything
I cut the bitch off like a thread of string
These hoes'll say about anything
'Cause they know that y'all believe everything
That's why I get high about everything
All of this fog like the weather strange
Turn the strip club to a hurricane
We got that cocaine, snow flurry gang
And we do not play games with money, man
She do something strange for money, man
Yeah, I used to play running back
I turn that football to a money bag
Gone
[Verse 7]
Bitches want money stacks
I just want my percent (Yeah)
She told me to hit the hole
I used to play running back (Yeah)
You **** be fumbling
Don't you give 'em no gun again (Yeah)
These bitches be flying out here
'Cause money be coming in (Eh)
[Verse 8]
Said the money be coming in (Eh)
The money be coming in (Eh)
The money be coming in (Eh)
The money be coming in (Eh)
See you **** just run your mouth, yeah (We ballin')
My ****, we run this shit (We ballin')
The money be coming in (We ballin')
The money be coming in
[Verse 9]
Ballin'
[Verse 10]
We ballin', we ballin'
Ballin', ballin'
Hey darling (Hey darlin')
Sweet darling (Hey darlin')
You know we ballin'
We ballin'
[Verse 11]
Moula baby! Yeah, Blue moon!
We gon' ball all season, whole season, and post season
No reason!
Fuck with me
Written by: Daniel Forrest, Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr., Olubowale Akintimehin
