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Will Hill
Will Hill
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Hollywood Cole
Hollywood Cole
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Will Hill
Will Hill
Songwriter
Kameron Cole
Kameron Cole
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Hollywood Cole
Hollywood Cole
Producer

Lyrics

Yea, I'm a risk tasker, rule breaker, money maker We don't do no hand to hands we call that hot potato Get the money reinvest it nigga that's the motto Countin' money while I'm driving, lookin' for the potholes Plottin' on em, five figures over the weekend Let my enemies tell the story I shouldn't be here Brought the west to the south, I thought I told you niggas Worldwide you ain't fuckin' with no local nigga Gotta put your money in to double up If you ain't talkin' money you can't fuck with us A bunch of zeros in the statements I just want my payments ain't flattered by imitation Talk a lot of shit but where yo money at Niggas broke and they ain't got a reason I just couldn't do it ain't no fun in that Countin' up the money while I'm speedin' Talk a lot of shit but where yo money at (Where yo money?) Niggas broke and they ain't got a reason (Nigga broke as fuck) I just couldn't do it ain't no fun in that (Ain't no fun at all) Countin' up the money while I'm speedin' (And I'm speedin' off) I said I always come out on top when I'm facing adversity Niggas passed on me a hundred times I took it personally I don't try to be nobody else, I do what works for me You don't know me yet, but I bet yo bitch heard of me A Chi-Town born, Atlanta raised, mogul in the makin' We wake up and get to it ain't no hope in waitin' Play the cards I'm dealt, I never fold I'm showin' poker faces I woke up at the crib, I eat dinner in Copenhagen Enjoy the fruits of labor I'm labeled a businessman We gon' reinvest the profits that's the business plan That money come full circle like a ceiling fan You can't call yourself a boss you always been a middle man But not the same for me, I'm never scared to take a risk Know the money Gabby Douglas how I make it flip The only time you snap is when you take a pic You just want to pray for chips, I worked until it came to this Talk a lot of shit but where yo money at Niggas broke and they ain't got a reason I just couldn't do it ain't no fun in that Countin' up the money while I'm speedin' Talk a lot of shit but where yo money at (Where yo money?) Niggas broke and they ain't got a reason (Nigga broke as fuck) I just couldn't do it ain't no fun in that (Ain't no fun at all) Countin' up the money while I'm speedin' (And I'm speedin' off)
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