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Description
Rapvocalist: Skrilla
Rapvocalist: Rob49
Producer: Thankutimmy
Aand Radministrator: Liz Isik
A& R: Vidal Barclay
Mixing Engineer: Mohammed Rashid
Mastering Engineer: Dave Huffman
Composer Lyricist: Jemille Edwards
Composer Lyricist: Timothy Adie
Composer Lyricist: Robert Coleman Thomas
Lyrics and translation
Original
The biggest in it!
Bitch, fuck me on that money. In Philadelphia, we're real killers, man.
Fuck me on that money. Fuck me on that money.
Thank you, Jimmy Boy.
Uh, fuck me on that money.
Told the bitch to drop it low and shake that ass and do it slow and fuck me on that money. Fuck me on that money.
Pullin' up, brand new machine, so fresh, so clean, feel like a pimp, bitch, where the fuck my money?
Fuck me on that money.
For that money, I'll get you done, yeah, I'm full of fun, yeah, and I got racks, can kill the fuck I want it. Snotty bitch, bitch, wipe your nose.
M-I-A-O with the Zoes.
Tupac came out, shit straight gold, that's what the fuck I -wanted. -Fuck me on that money.
I just spent a check on hats and M1 clothes, a quarter in the streets, another million coming.
Fuck me on that money. Wrist pain, neck pain, mouth pain. This ain't come from
Johnny Dang, I'm bussin'. Fuck me on that money.
Know that money, yeah, get you done, yeah.
I realize these rappers fake and these niggas ain't puttin' nothin' under. Fuck me on that money. Niggas linking up with rats, what the fuck?
I'm the biggest in it, Big 4 or never.
Fuccil chains on in a fast car, still fuck bad broads and leave with trap card.
I ain't got no motherfuckin' big dog, broski, in the trenches in these crack cars. Get a top-top in the Grand Lodge. Woo!
I don't buy jewelry, I buy hot cars.
Zombieland! If you love me, get me tatted. You want a VM chain?
You gotta put -somethin' in the casket, yeah.
-Thirty K spent on my wrist when I ain't even have it. I ain't into buyin' jewelry, I buy Percs and ratchets.
I just bought a Striker, candy paint, interior Oreo. 7.
62 stuffed inside the mag like, "Who is next to go? " Bippin' in the bitty, hard body, ain't nobody scaring me.
Zombie walkin', have a lick, but ain't nobody jammin' me. Fuck me on that money.
In the bank with all killers, straight dealers, hundred rounds inside the mag, who want it? Fuck me on that money.
Man, these niggas don't be actin' what they rappin', stop believin' what they preachin'.
Bloody baptized like a deacon, à la gwar, do what I needed.
May I rule out what I wanted and I goon protect the hundred. Fuck me on that money. Pull up, two trim, two deep in Suburbans.
Maybach backseat got the curtains. Shooters shoot shooters on purpose.
Fuck me on that money, stupid bitch.
It's me.