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PERFORMING ARTISTS
JID
JID
Vocals
Sunshine Hathaway Delhomme
Sunshine Hathaway Delhomme
Vocals
Emma Hathaway Delhomme
Emma Hathaway Delhomme
Vocals
Randall Smith
Randall Smith
Vocals
Kaden Chea
Kaden Chea
Vocals
Maddison Williams
Maddison Williams
Vocals
Jonathan Curry
Jonathan Curry
Drums
Andrew Barnes
Andrew Barnes
Bass
Howard "Soul" Joyner
Howard "Soul" Joyner
Keyboards
Russel Favret
Russel Favret
Guitar
Juran Ratchford
Juran Ratchford
Saxophone
Cameron Tripp
Cameron Tripp
Trumpet
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Destin Route
Destin Route
Songwriter
Christopher Frederick Tyson
Christopher Frederick Tyson
Songwriter
Paul Coleman
Paul Coleman
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Khrysis
Khrysis
Producer
John Kadadu
John Kadadu
Recording Engineer
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Mixing Engineer
Curtis "Sircut" Bye
Curtis "Sircut" Bye
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Nicolas "Dep" de Porcel
Nicolas "Dep" de Porcel
Mastering Engineer
Cyrus Massoud Taghipour
Cyrus Massoud Taghipour
Assistant Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

It's gon' be a bunch of little kids, a lot A bunch of little boys and girls singin' this lil' part right here Make— Make it easy where it's somethin' like this Money, money, all I need, all I want (Yeah) Take it from me, leave you stank, smell the funk (You stink) Money, money, all they need, all they want (Yeah, uh-uh, uh) Take it from me, no, you can't, no, you don't (Uh, uh) Look, nigga, money on my mind more than half the time They put our mask on the money so I mastermind Don't mind to admit I'm a mess, I ain't just rappin' rhymes JID really Jimmy Neutron mixin' a nuclear bomb And, as they еyes are watchin' God, I'm tryna rise abovе Poverty, philosophies, and prophecies arise Follow me for forever, never fall too far behind 'Cause I tell my testimonies, Testaverdes at a time (Sixteen) Uh, he was done without a dime Youngest in the family, so come from out of crime Came from East Atlanta, Moreland Ave to South Deshon In his path, Twenty East was probably like the Autobahn When he get his autograph, he gon' have Grammys and arms 'Member he was smokin' little grammies in the slums Tryin' not to panic, couldn't imagine what was done Father Time fucked Mother Earth and had an Uncle Tom Now, them crackers snatchin' black cats by they tongue For the cheese, rats creepin' on yo' T.V. screen, sellin' you dreams Granny buyin' holy waters off of Joel Osteen Rubbin' it in my brother head, say a prayer on her knees I used to be jealous of Jared and Patrel Ahkim, even Farad Had the new Js and new jeans on, it's what I wanted at the time As a pre-teen, pretend I'm a star Pretty model in a G-string, sitting on top the car With the bottle that she drinkin', leavin' from out the bar Scheme on the dollar, thinkin' if anybody is talkin' Put some green on his head, he better be Marcus Smart But, we never had a thing, so, he's always in my thoughts because I ate so many bologna sandwiches as a child I'll kill a nigga if he made one for me right now Ironic that being broke is an expensive lifestyle No wonder they sellin' dope from sun rose to sundown Tryna get mo', screamin' out the window Money, money, all I need, all I want (Yeah) Take it from me, leave you stank, smell the funk (You stink) Money, money, all they need, all they want (Yeah, uh-uh, uh) Take it from me, no, you can't, no, you don't (Uh, uh) Look, nigga, money on my mind more than most the time And most of my grind go to promotin' my rhymes A nigga don't blow, I shine I feel like Coach Prime, I throw a bomb if they encroach the line And, don't socialize The goal is to get the most dimes 'Fore it's the end of yo' time (Aw, man) It's hard for a nigga to score When they keep on movin' the goal line Now, he outside the liquor store with a lottery ticket Leavin' a double shift at the Walmart on Gresham Road Still tryna keep composure Rollin' past the gas station where he owe niggas Fuckin' with that parlay play and a nigga may spray 'bout that dough So, a nigga don't play 'bout no code Back in the day, we was told 'Bout reparations, get a mule, 40 acres or so Justifications and re-payment for the pain in yo' soul Fast forward, fuck patience, I ain't waitin' no more I got to take it, paper chasin' like I'm Dre or I'm HOV Ye with the clothes Fuck Hulk Hogan, and fuck Joe Rogan because it flows You know how it goes Need a bitch that's down with O-P-P, and down with IPO's Feel like ODB, you hoes better have my Pesos Thinkin' about them days mama said she had to pray more 'Cause feedin' seven kids, plus the mortgage got to pay more The food from in the fridge from last night is on the table Y'all sit down and say y'all grace because We ate so many bologna sandwiches as a child I'd kill for one of them shits if I could have one right now Ironic I'm havin' dope but don't promote the lifestyle Just want my people to grow, let's make a toast to right now Get some money Say it with me loud now Money, money, all I need, all I want (Yeah) Take it from me, leave you stank, smell the funk (You stink) Money, money, all they need, all they want (Yeah, uh-uh, uh) Take it from me, no, you can't, no, you don't (Uh, uh)
Writer(s): Destin Route, Christopher Tyson, Paul Coleman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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