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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rod Wave
Rod Wave
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rodarius Green
Rodarius Green
Songwriter
Eric Foley Jr
Eric Foley Jr
Songwriter
Roland Hannah
Roland Hannah
Songwriter
Cameron Hubler
Cameron Hubler
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Eighty 8
Eighty 8
Producer
Pluto brazy
Pluto brazy
Producer
unclecameron
unclecameron
Producer
Travis Harrington
Travis Harrington
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Ayy Cameron, you the man now Ayo Pluto, you goin' brazy Let that shit ride, Eighty8 The pills and dollar bills, yeah Uh Go and turn it up, let them hear my pain (yeah) Richer than a fuck, but it don't heal my pain (yeah) Money can't buy you happiness, seen it can't buy you love (whoa) Money can't buy you happiness, but it can buy you drugs (and it go) The pills and dollar bills (dollar bills, bills) Last night he got so high, he damn near blew his brains out Countin' cash and dyin' fast is all he think about Who told you you was perfect? (Who?) You should try and get a grip (try and get a grip) If I told you I was perfect, I'd be lyin' like a bitch (I'd by lyin' like a bitch) Don't wanna do no shows or rap no songs He tired of that shit (yeah, he tired of that shit) In the bathroom, by himself, higher than a bitch (they say he higher than a bitch) And he fresher than a motherfucker, lowkey You stressin' like a motherfucker and he's Flyer than a motherfucker, not only that He higher than a motherfucker, long live fact Fuck a label and they games, he a slave in they chains (yeah) They give champagne when it rain, they took his pain to the bank (yeah) He be all up in his feelings when him and his bitch don't get along (yeah) At least if he leave rappin', he can have a happy home And he tryna be strong, but it showin' that he's not So truth be told, you're all that he got I watched my cousin smoke crack his whole fuckin' life Fentanyl hit the street and he OD'd the same night, uh Go and turn it up, let them hear my pain (yeah) Richer than a fuck, but it don't heal my pain (yeah, yeah) Money can't buy you happiness, seen it can't buy you love (it can't buy you love) Money can't buy you happiness, but it can buy you drugs (no, no, no) The pills and dollar bills (yeah, yeah, yeah) Last night he got so high, he damn near blew his brains out (yeah, yeah) Countin' cash and dyin' fast is all he think about (yeah, yeah) Yeah, mm, uh, uh, yeah, dawg Yeah, dawg
Writer(s): Rod Green, Roland Hanna, Cameron Hubler, Eric Foley Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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