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Description
Mixing Engineer: Ari Morris
Assistant Mixing Engineer: Logan Schmitz
Mastering Engineer: Mike Tucci
Lyricist: Markeyvius Cathey
Composer: Kai Jarvis Fleming
Producer: King Wonka
Lyricist: Markeyvius Cathey
Composer: Kai Jarvis Fleming
Lyrics and translation
Original
-Waka secured the bag. -Glizock.
Yeah. Yeah.
-It's the bag king, Waka.
-Ayy, count money, paper cuts in my fingers. Young nigga got stripes like a banger.
Married to the money, I'll never be single. Ain't no nigga seeing me, John Cena.
Ran the money up, fucked up my femur. Off the block, now I pack out arenas.
I take it everywhere, give her arenas. I'm on stage and they reach at my penis.
Counting this money, paper cuts in my thumb. I know mom dukes proud of her son.
Yeah, I fucked around, turned her to the one. Could throw chain anywhere 'bout the tone.
I'm knocking this bitch out the park, Barry Bonds. All she wanna do is have fun. All she wanna do is have fun.
This Richard cost her arm and leg. Yeah, yeah, let's go.
I've been busy getting this dough. Plant a money tree, watch it grow. Real P, just sold a bitch hope.
Hit her from the back, sound like she in notes.
She got addicted, she loving me more. This bitch done turned to my favorite hoe.
Man, she love when I pull out the cam. She hate when I pull out, the bitch be like, "Damn.
" I'm in Miami with heat like Bam. I'm Mr. Glock that gon' pull up and blam. I want it all just like
Uncle Sam. Got blues in my pockets, all of 'em crammed.
You ain't talking 'bout money, then you can scram. Bye-bye. Adios.
Ayy, count money, paper cuts in my fingers. Young nigga got stripes like a banger.
Married to the money, I'll never be single. Ain't no nigga seeing me, John Cena.
Ran the money up, fucked up my femur. Off the block, now I pack out arenas.
I take it everywhere, give her arenas. I'm on stage and they reach at my penis.
Counting this money, paper cuts in my thumb. I know mom dukes proud of her son.
Yeah, I fucked around, turned her to the one. Could throw chain anywhere 'bout the tone.
I'm knocking this bitch out the park, Barry Bonds. All she wanna do is have fun. All she wanna do is have fun.
This Richard cost her arm and leg. Yeah, yeah, let's go.
Go, go, yeah.
Cuttodo La Familia.
Waka secured the bag.