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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Prof
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jacob Anderson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Dillon Parker
Mixing Engineer
Prof
Producer
Lyrics
Ima get drunk and bury my money, bury my money, bury my money
Time to get turnt up, grimy muddy, grimy muddy, grimy muddy (grime money)
Big boy, big game, choose a flavor
Big toys, big chain, you's a hater
Pink Floyd, Butane, excuse me waiter
We stand on hallowed ground, go like dun dun dun pay dirt!
Bush whackin' my way up the tax brackets
Jack, you're talkin' 'bout practice?
I'm known as the fastest, ever since Cassius passed
You're slow as molasses
I'm loud and I'm brash
I'm swerving through lanes like a lass having contractions
Cut up a half a patch of acid
A little less conversation and more action
Gotta get it crackin' the minute that they can make it happen
Working back at Dillon's, I kill 'em until I'm living lavish
I could big up every single bro that they say that could help me
I would rather take out my piece and go take a look at revenge
Ima get drunk and bury my money (bury my money, bury my money)
Time to get turnt up, grimey muddy, grimy muddy, grimy muddy
Said Ima get drunk and bury my money (bury my money, bury my money)
Time to get turnt up, grimy muddy, grimy muddy, grimy muddy
Swag long as the moon to earth
King of the mother fucking universe
Ops is food, ooh dessert
Take dude to church, I'm doing the work
In the same breath, I'mma loot the purse
Too berserk, my boo shoot to murk
It ain't hard to tell 'bout who's in first
Why grab two stones when I can shoot the bird??
Lit as fuck
Don't want none
Mercedes truck
Not enough
More power, more pain
More money, more gains
More haters, more chains
More houses, more planes
Are you thinking what I'm thinking?
Dominate until we get into the Guinness
I wake up in the morning, I'm the shit as is
If you shoot for the king you better kill that bitch
Yeah, I'mma make them feel that shit, pressure non-stop
I'mma make them eat that shit, with some hot sauce
I'mma knocks the block off, put it in a crock pot
And do the cha-cha
Ima get drunk and bury my money (bury my money, bury my money)
Time to get turnt up, grimy muddy, grimy muddy, grimy muddy
Said Ima get drunk and bury my money (bury my money, bury my money)
Time to get turnt up, grimy muddy, grimy muddy, grimy muddy
Just like that, there you have it
Writer(s): Jacob Anderson
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