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Description
Vocals, Lyricist, Producer: Jermaine Dupri
Vocals: DJ X-Rated
Vocals: Rocko
Recording Engineer: John Horesco IV
Mixing Engineer, Mastering Engineer: Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer: Mike Seaberg
Assistant Recording Engineer: Jacob Richards
Assistant Recording Engineer: Chris Bhikoo
Lyricist: Rodney Ramone Hill Jr.
Lyricist: Jahmal Desmond Gwin
Lyricist, Producer: FNZ
Producer: BoogzDaBeast
Lyricist: Jermaine Dupri
Lyricist: Rodney Ramone Hill Jr.
Lyricist: Jahmal Desmond Gwin
Lyricist: FNZ
Lyrics and translation
Original
X-rated, if only broke niggas were rich niggas, let y'all scoop that last money up, goddamn! Let the rich niggas come in. We been doing this shit.
Matter of fact, bring him eighty-five thousand. Aye, Young Rocco, talk to 'em!
Keep your millions of followers, want millions of dollars. Ain't talking about
Instagram, talking about instant grams. Microwave oven, toss sodas in beakers.
I rock it or sock it or serve it to geeks. Switch up my hustle, I motivate speakers.
Street love me faithfully, both in the streets.
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up. JD, hold up. Man, fuck this!
Man, Rocco say bring him eighty-five thousand.
First of all, bring this man whatever the fuck he want. Run his song back, fuck that, it's a documentary.
Start it off with X-rated, goddammit, we in Magic City, bitch! Oh, we talking about the who's who.
We talking about Martin Luther King, Coca-Cola, Magic City.
-They want the water. -Young Rocco!
Drop all the ingredients and I'ma mix it up with several gumbo.
-Yo, give him that fucking ATL shit!
-Keep your millions of followers, want millions of dollars. Ain't talking about Instagram, talking about instant grams.
Microwave oven, toss sodas in beakers. I rock it or sock it or serve it to geeks.
Switch up my hustle, I motivate speakers.
Street love me faithfully, both in the streets. Learn from my learns and my lessons, stay eager.
No gossip, straight gospel, they say I'm they preacher. Love me or hate me, nobody stopping me.
Ride with that broom, nobody mopping me. Want a new property, playing Monopoly.
Sitting on fifth floor, nobody topping me. Lab full of Gs, roll a zip of that broccoli.
Focus on quantity, I'm about that quality. Hustling policy, pockets on sloppily.
Walking and wobbling, parking improperly. Do me a favor, don't do me no favor.
Free too expensive, I can't even afford it. All day, all night on my grind, go retarded.
Where fuck my cameraman? Tell him record it.
He missing the money, then missing the wallet. That shit be annoying, that shit ain't important.
Whip be imported, I'm headed to Magic. I'm police escorted, a hundred, I ordered it. Where the cash at?
Get it. Go and grab that, get it. I got a duffle bag, get it.
She got a trash bag, get it.
Get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it. Where the cash at? Get it. Go and grab that, get it.
I got a duffle bag, get it. She got a trash bag, get it.
Get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, -get it.
-What's up, -Cash Out? -Get it.
-I got PayPal. -Get it.
-I got Venmo. -Get it.
-Hereseimo. -Get it.
-I got Bitcoin. -Get it.
-I got Apple Pay. -Get it.
-I got Zelle too. -Get it.
Get money every way, hey!
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