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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Money Man
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tysen Jay Bolding
Songwriter
Elijah Gull
Songwriter
Gorelov Lev Aleksandorovich
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ghazi
Mixing Engineer
Nicolas De Porcel
Mastering Engineer
Sean Sauce Chapman
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Chosen 1
Producer
Demitrius Lewis II
Assistant Mastering Engineer
DocPlayboi
Producer
Lyrics
Run it back, Playboy
Okay, I'm fucking with her intellect, her head game off the charts
Some niggas scared to get this money, guess them niggas would rather starve
My partner was gamblin', playin spades, he lost his life from playing cards
Where I'm from, you might get ate alive if you ain't stiff or hard
If we get caught together and that's my work, then I'ma take my charge
I'm with my Arab out in Cali and we somewhere on the farm
I don't do that plain jane shit, I'm bustin' down my charm
Just to show the gang I love 'em, I got it tatted on my arm
On the shroom, I went to Neptune last night and got abducted
Tryna keep my faith in God, I know these racks got me corrupted
He ain't never took a life, so he don't know how that shit feel
He ain't never had to dump a hundred bags to pay the bills
He ain't never had to hit the plug to put food in his kids' mouth
He never been evicted from his 'partment and got kicked out
Switches on my Glock, you niggas ain't the only ones who got 'em
Everything I do is for my daughter, I got her spoiled rotten
Reversing in my auto, makin' sure my back ain't to the crowd
Can't trust none of these pussy niggas, I know they might try and knock me down
Police be some bitches, they just wanna come and lock me down
State Farm arena, hop out with this blicky and hawk 'em down
All my bitches got plenty 'bout they self, they ran they bag up
They don't respect you in your own city, somethin' ain't addin' up
I can't save these hoes, ain't no cape on me, I set 'em free
If you on that, then I'm on that, I'm just matchin' niggas energy
Brand new Rover, had to pay a 50 over sticker price
You can't hang around me 'less you scammin', steppin', or you swipe
Where I was raised, them niggas gon' take your chain if you act too polite
Two fires on me right now, got a dirty and a legal pipe
FTX arena, in Miami ridin' with the heat
Growin' up, I use to sack up zips while watching Dawson's Creek
Her pussy need to be in the hall of fame, that shit is too elite
Took her shopping, then we fucked for hours in the penthouse suite
High just like an eagle, I'm in Philly with this SIG Sauer
I'm tired of losin' partners to the system, I'm tired of paying lawyers
My newest hitter straight from Pompano, he resemble Yak
If swiper done took your shit, then it's a wrap, you can't get it back
Okay, I'm fucking with her intellect, her head game off the charts
Some niggas scared to get this money, guess them niggas would rather starve
My partner was gamblin', playin spades, he lost his life from playing cards
Where I'm from, you might get ate alive if you ain't stiff or hard
If we get caught together and that's my work, then I'ma take my charge
I'm with my Arab out in Cali and we somewhere on the farm
I don't do that plain jane shit, I'm bustin' down my charm
Just to show the gang I love 'em, I got it tatted on my arm
On the shroom, I went to Neptune last night and got abducted
Tryna keep my faith in God, but these racks got me corrupted
Writer(s): Tysen Bolding, Elijah Gull, Lev Aleksandrovich Gorelov
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