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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Moneybagg Yo
Moneybagg Yo
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Max Wonnenberg
Max Wonnenberg
Songwriter
Movitz Busch
Movitz Busch
Songwriter
Demario White
Demario White
Songwriter
Robert Gullatt
Robert Gullatt
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Drumgod
Drumgod
Producer
Rizzo
Rizzo
Producer
Shortyyk
Shortyyk
Producer
Ari Morris
Ari Morris
Mixing Engineer
Logan Schmitz
Logan Schmitz
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Skywalker Og
Skywalker Og
Recording Engineer
Andrew Selchow
Andrew Selchow
Assistant Recording Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Federal, federal fed Yeah, you already know how I play it Okay, let's blow a bag, it's my birthday Okay, let's blow a bag, it's my birthday Uh, uh, go Blow a lot of money on dope, blow a lot of money on clothes (federal, ayy) Blow a lot of money on guns, spend a lil' money on hoes (uh, uh) Blow a lot of money on diamonds, the main reason why I be shinin' (ice on ice) Lost a lot of money in the trap, then got it back off rhyming (rappin'-ass nigga) Fuckin' off money on in the hood, in the dice game, what they hit for (shoot some, bet some) Blow a lot of money on rent, I ain't even seen my condo (it's been so long) Blow a lot of money on opps, I'm tryna put 'em in a fronto (I'm tryna smoke 'em) Talk about money all the time, I can't change the convo Eight hunnid a zip for my jacket and shoes (ooh) Go make a serve and jump back in the booth (go) New car smell, the Ferrari a coupe (vroom) Just enough room to fit me and your boo (fool) Hard to sort out all the fake from the real Gotta look at this shit for what it is They know I drip, I'ma come through and kill Put that shit on splash when I spill Crime scene, murder, murder, all my losses served a purpose (facts) Grape vine sippin' purple (Wock'), hit it right, she a squirter (uh) Paid all that money for a car with no backseat (skrrt), nallin' hard as a athlete I can't let up on 'em, man, I gotta keep in they face like acne I'm back to back like every day, you caught a body but gave up a statement Your gangsta don't matter no more, your gangsta don't matter no more, no more Your gangsta don't matter no more (no more), she went and told one of my other ones That's why I cut off the ho (be gone), that's why I don't fuck with the ho no more That why I don't fuck with the ho (she blew it) Blow a lot of money on dope, blow a lot of money on clothes (federal, ayy) Blow a lot of money on guns, spend a lil' money on hoes (uh, uh) Blow a lot of money on diamonds, the main reason why I be shinin' (ice on ice) Lost a lot of money in the trap, then got it back off rhyming (rappin'-ass nigga) Fuckin' off money on in the hood, in the dice game, what they hit for (shoot some, bet some) Blow a lot of money on rent, I ain't even seen my condo (it's been so long) Blow a lot of money on opps, I'm tryna put 'em in a fronto (I'm tryna smoke 'em) Talk about money all the time, I can't change the convo Chase these Ms, can't get no Zs (uh), hustle like it's two of me ('Bagg) Flip my backend, 90 Gs, smart investment, 50 Ps I let lil' bro roll my weed, we just pour the one-two-threes I just put deuces in my juices, like pink stain on my white tees (syrup) Jumped in the game with some confidence (what happened?) Now when you look up, I'm runnin' it (see) Before the label pulled up, had a buzz and a plug Pay what you weigh, I ain't frontin' it (nope) Real trendsetter, I don't steal style And I'm everywhere like a iCloud She gon' get 'round when I'm in town At the penthouse gettin' pinned down (in that yami, go) Blow a lot of money on dope, blow a lot of money on clothes (federal, ayy) Blow a lot of money on guns, spend a lil' money on hoes (uh, uh) Blow a lot of money on diamonds, the main reason why I be shinin' (ice on ice) Lost a lot of money in the trap, then got it back off rhyming (rappin'-ass nigga) Fuckin' off money on in the hood, in the dice game, what they hit for (shoot some, bet some) Blow a lot of money on rent, I ain't even seen my condo (it's been so long) Blow a lot of money on opps, I'm tryna put 'em in a fronto (I'm tryna smoke 'em) Talk about money all the time, I can't change the convo Okay, let's blow a bag, it's my birthday Okay, let's blow a bag, it's my birthday
Writer(s): Demario Dewayne White Jr., Robert Labraunte Gullatt, Max Wonnenberg, Mortiz Alexander Busch Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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