More songs by Bryson Tiller
Description
Composer, Associated Performer, Lyricist: Bryson Tiller
Lyricist, Composer, Producer: Teddy Walton
Mixing Engineer, Mastering Engineer: Mike Seaberg
Assistant Engineer: Chris Bhikoo
Lyrics and translation
Original
Yeah, Wash', Linc', Jack', Grant
Benjamin Franklin, been debatin'
Should I hit the bank and turn the money shower on?
Bring the Migos out, then go cut up the volume
I'ma blow a stack for every bitch that doubted you
I'ma double that and make 'em say they proud of you
Count that shit, say, "fuck whoever counted you out"
Know this club ain't goin' up without you
But tonight, they gon' have to do without you
I can turn this to the Fontainebleau
Tell your friend come take a money shower too (ay)
Just remember no one can amount to you
Please, baby
Let's go for a 'round two (for a 'round two)
She got US dollars, she got pounds too (she got pounds)
Niggas can't believe it where I found you (where I found you)
But I found you
She's more than a dancer, at least in my eyes
And they told me she would tantalize
And I'd just end up like these other guys
Why? (Tell me why)
Please, baby
Benjamin Franklin, bend the bank
Should I hit the bank and turn the money showers on?
Bring the Migos out, then go cut up the volume
I'ma blow a stack for every bitch that doubted you
I'ma double that and make 'em say they proud of you
Don't know why they counted you out
Whoo, ooh
Oh, yeah, ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh