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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Elijah Dagley
Elijah Dagley
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Alexey Brooke
Alexey Brooke
Mixing Engineer
T Lay Da Prince
T Lay Da Prince
Producer

Lyrics

Grab the money Grab the money Grab the money man Just grab that motherfucking money Real quick bro We gotta stash this shit Grab the money Tell em give us the loot If they ain't showing bread Then we giving Niggas the boot Niggas Holla Bout the dollars Memph Bleak In the booth We gone shine Like the grills That cover they tooth Down south Niggas Rocking bling in they mouth Double cup the double Dutch My niggas smoking Then we pouring it out If niggas ain't riding We kicking em out We take it back Like Polaroids On the family couch Twenty twelve Lost my mom A year before dad So when i give my all That's just me giving All I have Shit i seen Riches and rags Seen the money come slow And seen it blow through fast You gotta go through class Just to show em who rules Dropped out of school Now this LLC Proves I'm no fool Warm why you play the game so cool Cause the fire burn em quicker Than some well done food We cooking up Throwing all that good in the pot A nigga been on point with the plot Since i linked up with dot Burning all them soufside blocks They say who hotter than this Ain't no one this hot We cooking up Throwing all that good in the pot A nigga been on point with the plot Since i linked up with dot Burning all them soufside blocks They say who hotter than this Ain't no one this hot They must've thought they caught hell From the flames we raise Hit the blunt then hit the stage Keep 'em both in a blaze Someone hit AFD Cause this heat will torch a nigga To a different degree Yeah this fire safety Only thing I learned Stack it for a rainy day Then let that shit burn Niggas wait they turn Cause this paper ain't given Best believe it's earned Your money only good If your investment returns Only looking for profit They say talk is cheep Blue faces get to talking Or we get to walking Off the scene Me and Sire Getting green Only fit for the kings Like I'm placing the crown On the top Cause the money never coming down Grab the money Give us the loot If it ain't bread Get the boot Sire man Number one Number two Call me king Balling like I'm getting my ring Life's a dream Shake it up Like Akeem Grab the money Get the power
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