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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Deante' Hitchcock
Deante' Hitchcock
Performer
Kenneth Harris II
Kenneth Harris II
Guitar
Baby Tate
Baby Tate
Vocals
Blair Hicks
Blair Hicks
Vocals
Chelsea Samuels
Chelsea Samuels
Vocals
Bre Harper
Bre Harper
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Deante' Hitchcock
Deante' Hitchcock
Lyrics
Brandon Phillips-Taylor
Brandon Phillips-Taylor
Composer
Blair Hicks
Blair Hicks
Composer
Tate Farris
Tate Farris
Composer
Aldrin Davis
Aldrin Davis
Composer
Clifford Harris
Clifford Harris
Composer
Kawan Prather
Kawan Prather
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Brandon Phillips-Taylor
Brandon Phillips-Taylor
Producer
Elton "L10MixedIt" Chueng
Elton "L10MixedIt" Chueng
Mixing Engineer
Robert Mendioro
Robert Mendioro
Assistant Engineer
Daniel Vargas
Daniel Vargas
Assistant Engineer
Mike Bozzi
Mike Bozzi
Mastering Engineer
Mark Pitts
Mark Pitts
Executive Producer
Wayne Barrow
Wayne Barrow
Additional Producer

Lyrics

I don't wanna hear no more love songs You got something I can dance to? I ain't fucking wit' em if his money ain't long If his paper ain't strong Got two or three phones Got my own money but I don't be spending my own Got my own money but I don't be spending my own Yeah you got some paper, but what this gon' be? I don't care about your money 'less you spend it on me Got a big boy bag rolling out, we gon' see Put that motherfucking money in my hand I ain't fucking wit' em if his money ain't long If his paper ain't strong Got two or three phones Got my own money but I don't be spending my own Got my own money but I don't be spending my own I just wanna shake my ass and spend your money I wanna shake my ass and spend your money I just shake my ass and spend your money I wanna shake my ass and spend your money Her pussy burn, they won't even let her through TSH She got her own bread but she rather make one 'these niggas pay Serious, shout out hustling's in her DNA So what you tryna spend, nigga, let me see some cake She go to spend some, shawty be in the city Real sedated, pretty, with the paw print tat's on her titty Trickin' niggas out they dough, if you got it, she finna get it You got it, she finna have it You got it, I'm finna spend it She taking yours, but hustle harder than niggas two jobs Miss independent, puts to work six figures She got her own house (what else), she got her own car (I do) She got her own money but But I'd rather spend yours, nigga I ain't fucking wit' em if his money ain't long If his paper ain't strong Got two or three phones Got my own money but I don't be spending my own Got my own money but I don't be spending my own I just wanna shake my ass and spend your money I wanna shake my ass and spend your money I just shake my ass and spend your money I wanna shake my ass and spend your money Okay now if you wanna chill and spend some time wit' her (gimme yo money) She only goin' if you buyin' nigga (gimme, gimme yo money) If you a hustler or a stock broker (gimme yo money) If you wanna feel the super soaker (nigga, gimme yo money) Man, to keep it real, I'm trynna chill wit' you (nigga, gimme yo money) Not the type to try and split the bill wit' you (gimme, gimme yo money) Oh my God, eh, this nigga really don't get it Like I will take everything you got And you still ain't gettin' this pussy I ain't fucking wit' em if his money ain't long If his paper ain't strong Got two or three phones Got my own money but I don't be spending my own Got my own money but I don't be spending my own I just wanna shake my ass and spend your money I wanna shake my ass and spend your money I wanna shake my ass and spend your money I wanna shake my ass and spend your money Gimme yo motherfuckin' money, bitch
Writer(s): Tate Sequoya Farris, Blair Hicks, Clifford J. Harris, Kawn K. Prather, Deante Hitchcock, Aldrin Davis, Brandon Phillips-taylor Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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