積分
演出藝人
Money Man
演出者
詞曲
Tysen Jay Bolding
詞曲創作
製作與工程團隊
Trauma Tone
製作人
Carson
製作人
Nicolas De Porcel
母帶工程師
歌詞
[Chorus]
I got pink money, I got blue money
I got new 50's, I got old 100's
Up in Saks Fifth, buy Balenci Runners
Ran a high scam, sold by supper
Call me Uber Eats 'cause we steady grumblin'
Lamborghini Urus, hear the motor hummin'
Blindside a ****, never seen it comin'
I'ma stand tall, you never seen me runnin'
This a pound, homie, we don't do zips
I'ma eat a shroom, I'ma take a trip
Poppin' in the mag, I'ma let it rip
Ain't no mercy for 'em, I'ma transform
I'm in rare form, I be fly as hell
Now I'm airborne, Australian ridin' with me
She from Melbourne
Told my dawg if you don't kill a opp, then I'ma kill you
If we don't think the same, then I don't feel you
Told her, "Girl, come here, I wanna feel you"
Don't get a fake ass, I want the real you
Love the way you look from the rearview
The stick got a scope, that's a clear view
Sick of being broke, I'm tryna heal you
Got a sniper rifle and I'm in a foreign, had to flip the title
Yeah, I feel demonic, I might read a Bible
[Verse 1]
I just left her alone, now she suicidal
I don't owe 'em nothin', **** too entitled
Got a quarter with me tryna show her privates
On a airplane and the charter private
I ain't never tellin', I'ma keep it silent
I ain't never tellin', I'ma keep it quiet
She gon' drink my fluid like a liquid diet
What's the location, we was at the Hyatt
Call me Bigfoot, I'm a big steppa like Sasquatch
Spend a 80 ball on a new watch
Spend the 150 on a new drop
Got 'em goin' crazy when the album drop
Spent twelve hundred on her crop top
She was thankful for it, she was 'preciative
They can feel the hurt, they too sensitive
Yeah, on a whole 'nother wave with it
Murk a ****, get away with it
He gon' end up in the grave with the shit
Told a **** don't play with the shit
Long nights and long days for the shit
Stayed down, I done prayed for this shit
Hard body, I'm made for this shit
Big steppa like I'm Chewbacca
Get on red eye, got two choppas
I'ma hit 'em up, I'ma Tupac 'em
Fly tall, ****, call me Big Poppa
I'ma beat the charge, I got a good lawyer
I'ma hit the bitch in some red bottoms
Yeah, late night, I be head huntin'
I be red runnin', I be rat racin'
[Chorus]
I got pink money, I got blue money
I got new 50's, I got old 100's
Up in Saks Fifth, buy Balenci Runners
Ran a high scam, sold by supper
Call me Uber Eats 'cause we steady grumblin'
Lamborghini Urus, hear the motor hummin'
Blindside a ****, never seen it comin'
I'ma stand tall, you never seen me runnin'
This a pound, homie, we don't do zips
I'ma eat a shroom, I'ma take a trip
Poppin' in the mag, I'ma let it rip
Ain't no mercy for 'em, I'ma transform
I'm in rare form, I be fly as hell
Now I'm airborne, Australian ridin' with me
She from Melbourne
Told my dawg if you don't kill a opp, then I'ma kill you
If we don't think the same, then I don't feel you
Told her, "Girl, come here, I wanna feel you"
Don't get a fake ass, I want the real you
Love the way you look from the rearview
The stick got a scope, that's a clear view
Sick of being broke, I'm tryna heal you
Got a sniper rifle and I'm in a foreign, had to flip the title
Yeah, I feel demonic, I might read a Bible
Written by: Carson Hackney, Tysen Jay Bolding