Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
3weeksin
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Giovanni Montanez
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dee B
Producer
Lyrics
(get money)
(get money)
(Dee B got that heat!)
(get money)
Rock out the Show
Smoking that gas make me slow
Keep the 40 by my low
Naked redbone on the floor
Cash her out she gon go
To get in my crib you need a code
All these leeches gotta go
I'm in LA, don't fuck with the snow
Everyday, my payday gon start to roll
She wants telling no time gotta go
Popping that addy no sleep on the road
I run up the check, I clear up the stove
I remember them days I step on the float
Back to my jeans wearing rick owens
Got a bad bitch, no timе for hoes
My dog fr he keeps going
I ain't gon chill I'm too flown
Put the bag on mе got tags on me I studied a green anatomy
She got a BBL put that ass on me put it all on me
Bought it all on me back damn, we felt it out
My first show gonna sell out, top 10 now going all out
Yeah I wear all black and my racks gonna stack
She okay in her faith, ima fucker her from the back
Always stay lowkey, I'm never gonna let
Everywhere I go, I put it on a map
Can't trust no whore, that's always on an air no more
I'm always on track, the track hop speed I go zoom
Let me slide walk one step it on the move
Got the game a lot let me keep stirring the pot
Yeah whip it out the law I'm going to keep pushing I don't stop
Got to stop playing, always been on top nigga
Rock out the Show
Smoking that gas make me slow
Keep the 40 by my low
Naked redbone on the floor
Cash her out she gon go
To get in my crib you need a code
All these leeches gotta go
I'm in LA, don't fuck with the snow
Everyday, my payday gon start to roll
She wants telling no time gotta go
Popping that addy no sleep on the road
I run up the check, I clear up the stove
I remember them days I step on the float
Back to my jeans wearing rick owens
Got a bad bitch, no time for hoes
My dog fr he keeps going
I ain't gon chill I'm too flown
(get money)
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