積分
演出藝人
Destroy Lonely
聲樂
Bigga Rankin
其他和聲
詞曲
Bobby Sandimanie
作詞
Cade Phillip Blodgett
作曲
Marian Pfaff
作曲
Giuseppe Vasaturo
作曲
Thomas Herrick
作曲
Jalan Lowe
作曲
製作與工程團隊
Lil 88
製作人
T99
製作人
Wasa
製作人
TOOM
製作人
Travis Louis
母帶工程師
Cade
製作人
Ellantre “Tre” Williams
混音師
歌詞
[Intro]
Real **** radio
You see, a lot of people, they say they don't understand these young ****
But you gotta understand that life is a road with a lot of signs
And if you don't pay attention, sometimes you get lost forever
So I'm shoutin' out to all my old heads, man, huh
All my **** in the industry, when these young **** step to you, my ****
Give them the right answer, my ****, the right direction
So they can further they career, and all you DJs, play these young **** shit
If the shit good, give them a chance, ****, this is the fuckin' future, man
Woo-woo
Woo-woo
Woo-woo
Baby Money, you know what I'm sayin'? I'm back on that bullshit, yeah
[Chorus]
My bitch rockin' a black bandana (Black ban—)
I'm jumpin' out East Atlanta (Yeah)
Pop my shit, don't need no cameras (Yeah)
Got money, I look like a scammer (Yeah)
My wrist havin' a goddamn seizure (Yeah)
Everybody must think I'm a tweaker (Woo-woo)
My weed blowin', so are the speakers (Uh-uh)
I'm rich, I leave her, it's cheaper to keep her (Yeah)
Money (Baby)
Bitch wanna try a G6 (G6)
All of my hoes top ten (Ten)
Slam dunk your bitch, no assist (Style)
Huh, check my drip
I need a janitor, I just spilled (Just spilled)
I do syrup sippin', I'm sick (I'm sick)
I need help, I can't even feel shit (Can't feel)
[Verse 1]
She like to geek like a nerd, she want cocaine, think she Scarface (Yeah)
I've been gettin' way too high, got ash on my mink carpet (Yeah)
I made the SRT go skrrt-skrrt-skrrt, and now she carsick (Skrrt)
Baby Money, money, live a rockstar life, I like to party (Yeah, woo-woo)
I've got blood on my Timbs, I just brought the whole damn ATM (Yeah)
I just made a hurricane in here, I should've caught this on film (Yeah)
She wanna just fuck on me, but she wanna go fuck on him (Yeah)
I been livin' in luxury, got VVS' on all my limbs
[Chorus]
My bitch rockin' a black bandana (Black ban—)
I'm jumpin' out East Atlanta (Yeah)
Pop my shit, don't need no cameras
Got money, I look like a scammer (Money)
My wrist havin' a goddamn seizure (Seizure)
Everybody must think I'm a tweaker (Yeah)
My weed blowin', so are the speakers (Yeah)
I'm rich, I leave her, it's cheaper to keep her (Baby)
Money (Baby Money)
Bitch wanna try a G6 (G6)
All of my hoes top ten (Ten)
Slam dunk your bitch, no assist (Yeah)
Huh, check my drip (Drip)
I need a janitor, I just spilled (Spilled)
I do syrup sippin', I'm sick (Woo-woo)
I need help, I can't even feel shit (Woo-woo)
[Outro]
Baby Money
Real **** radio
Woo-woo, woo-woo
Written by: Bobby Sandimanie, Cade Phillip Blodgett, Giuseppe Vasaturo, Jalan Lowe, Marian Pfaff, Orlean Plummer, Thomas Herrick

