Lyrics: Dylan Alexander Phillips
Music: Ryan C Bert
Lyrics from Snippet (1):
[Pre-Chorus]
DistroKid, cut the check
indie tribe., cut the cake
[Chorus]
Hundred grand, hundred K
Hundred bands, what a day (What a day)
[Verse]
Look, chasin' after money make you run in place (Place)
Yeah, I just called my mother, said your son is straight (Okay, okay)
Yeah, you don’t break that bread up, that's a ton of weight (Yeah, look)
Lyrics from Snippet (2):
[Verse]
Had to double up on generosity when I upped the fee
Know He threw my sin inside the sea, left it on a tree (Yee)
Demons, they be lookin' real depressed, put it on a tee (Okay)
I can’t treat the greed like it's a pet and put it on a leash (Look)
I just need some tender love and care, there's a lot of creeps (There is)
Lyrics from Snippet (3):
[Verse]
You see these Reeboks on my feet? I got three pair of these (Yee)
But I didn't cop, my single BYOD took care of me (Ayy)
Secured the fee apparently, and now I got security (Whew)
Ten go to Melchizedek, ten go to a charity (Okay, okay)
[Chorus]
Yeah, hundred grand, hundred K
Hundred bands, what a day
Lyrics from Snippet (4):
[Verse]
Look
Thank God for the platform, ink all in my passport
Industry is cold as Minnesota, better pack warm (Phew)
Me and 'Vello, that's two W's like tax forms (Like tax forms)
Jon and Mogli tied the knot, need you to clap for 'em (Thank you)
I pity the fool—I take that back, Philippians 2 (Philippians 2)
Had some friends I kicked it with that disappeared like Freddy Adu (Freddy Adu)
My girl sweet like honey in my tummy, feel like Winnie the Pooh (Winnie the Pooh)
Funny like Arsenio, mixed with Mineo, makin’ William 2
Yeah