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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Slayyyter
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ethan Budnick
Songwriter
Joel Gardner
Songwriter
Madeline Crabtree
Songwriter
Slayyyter
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Robokid
Producer
Lyrics
Comin' up like we got a bonus
I got somethin' that you don't own and
All the boys say they want to know it
'Cause I got that cha-ching
Rollin' up, but you can't control me
Get my cell phone and call Naomi
She'll pick up 'cause I think she want me
'Cause I got that cha-ching
I don't wanna go where you go, 'cause I'm not goin'
I don't wanna show, you should know, but here's hopin'
Spit is runnin' out of your face and you're still foamin'
I don't wanna go where you go 'cause I'm not jokin'
You're so precious
Smokin' all your cheese
But I got your breakfast
Tryna chill with me
Oh no, so sorry
Please and thank you
With a cherry, mwah
Trippin' up, but you're roller coastin'
Hit me up, but I'm never home
And all my boyfriends are callin' me
'Cause I got that cha-ching
Rollin' up 'cause you still don't own me
Get my cell phone and call Naomi
She'll pick up 'cause I think she want me
And I got that cha-ching
I don't wanna go where you go, 'cause I'm not goin'
I don't need to know if the party is still goin'
Tryna get with me, I can see, got your tiddies showin'
I don't need your dough, got my own, boy, I'm not jokin'
I'm so precious
I'm so fresh and clean
Baby, you're just jealous
You wanna be like me
Oh god, so sorry
Please and thank you
With a cherry
Don't pay your rent, but you got fancy things
High heels make you think you could step on me
You brag about it, where's your limousine?
I've seen you on the corner Uberin'
Cha-ching, cha-ching, cha-ching, cha-ching, cha-ching
Don't got the stuff 'cause you're pretendin'
Fake bling up on your neck and on your rings
Not bothered while the girls are fightin'
I don't wanna go where you go, 'cause I'm not goin'
I don't need to know if the party is still goin'
Tryna get with me, I could see, got your tiddies showin'
I don't need your dough, got my own, boy, I'm not jokin'
That's so precious
You're gettin' it for free
Baby, I'm too reckless
You could never be
Oh no, so sorry
Please and thank you
With a cherry
And I got that cha-ching
Writer(s): Madeline Veda Crabtree, Ethan Budnick, Joel Guard, Catherine Slater
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