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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Slayyyter
Slayyyter
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ethan Budnick
Ethan Budnick
Songwriter
Joel Gardner
Joel Gardner
Songwriter
Madeline Crabtree
Madeline Crabtree
Songwriter
Slayyyter
Slayyyter
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Robokid
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 Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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