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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Doja Cat
Vocals
Young Thug
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Amala Zandile Dlamini
Songwriter
Ari Starace
Songwriter
Jeffery Williams
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Doja Cat
Executive Producer
Dale Becker
Mastering Engineer
Hector Vega
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Fili Filizzola
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Connor Hedge
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Y2K
Producer
Rian Lewis
Recording Engineer
Yeti Beats
Executive Producer
Kayla Reagan
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Rob Moreno
Assistant Engineer
Jeff Ellis
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
All this money on me (me), it don't mean nothing ('thing)
See it in your dreams, I just spend it all on my team, and we go
Oh-yeah, yeah, yeah
Getting paid e'e'yday, yeah
We're just getting by (by), saving on the side (side)
I just can't believe I got what I wanted all my life, now we go
Oh-yeah, yeah, yeah
Getting paid e'e'yday, yeah
Said, everything that I want (yeah), I don't need it, I got it already
Tell me what you want, uh, point to it, I got you baby, get, uh
I just keep dripping like a fucking mermaid, yeah
And drop a band to keep the smile on that face, yeah
And I'm bilingual, talking money conversations
And, baby, we are not the same, make no mistakes, yeah (make no mistakes)
You gotta face it (you gotta face)
'Cause I just keep adding up and they run it up
And then add it up, and they run it, run it
All this money on me (me), it don't mean nothing ('thing)
See it in your dreams, I just spend it all on my team, and we go
Oh-yeah, yeah, yeah
Getting paid e'e'yday, yeah
We're just getting by (by), saving on the side (side)
I just can't believe I got what I wanted all my life, now we go
Oh-yeah, yeah, yeah
Getting paid e'e'yday, yeah
I be waitin' outside (yeah), I be waitin' outside (yeah)
I don't care 'bout vibes, baby, set that shit aside (yeah)
All your mama physics tell me you gon' blossom right (oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
And your daddy gotta fuck, jumpin' on, ready to ride
I just wanted to love you, baby, tell me what you needin'
I don't fuck with rascals for a reason (for a reason)
I done dropped your problem down, yeah, I shitted (oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bring my fuckin' mistress 'fore I swing it like Serena
And I know you feel my vibe, I'ma love you 'til we die
Patek on my wrist, okay, it must be perfect timing
She like, "Yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy-ayy
Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah"
I wan' see, baby, let me see (woah)
Hope you wanna fuck 'cause my money long like limousine
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah (oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
And I'm bilingual, talking money conversations
And, baby, we are not the same, make no mistakes, yeah (make no mistakes)
You gotta face it (you gotta face)
'Cause I just keep addin' up and they run it up
And then add it up, and they run it, run it
All this money on me (me), it don't mean nothing ('thing)
See it in your dreams, I just spend it all on my team, and we go
Oh-yeah, yeah, yeah
Getting paid e'e'yday, yeah
We're just getting by (by), saving on the side (side)
I just can't believe I got what I wanted all my life, now we go
Oh-yeah, yeah, yeah
Getting paid e'e'yday, yeah
All this money on me (me), it don't mean nothing ('thing)
See it in your dreams, I just spend it all on my team, and we go
Oh-yeah, yeah, yeah
Getting paid e'e'yday, yeah
We're just getting by (by), saving on the side (side)
I just can't believe I got what I wanted all my life, now we go
Oh-yeah, yeah, yeah
Getting paid e'e'yday, yeah
Writer(s): Jeffery Lamar Williams, Amala Zandile Dlamini, Ari Starace
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