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I gotta run my money up, stack your money up
I gotta that paper up, so we can have
Plenty hoes, plenty dough, plenty drank, smoke
all day and I ain't mad I just gotta get mo'

Bring money up, hey, bring your paper up, hoe
we stackin'? Dough, what we stackin'? Dough, So we can have
Plenty hoes, plenty dough, plenty drank, smoke
all day and I ain't mad I just gotta get dough

I'm talkin' dedication, talkin'
Talkin' inspiration, talkin' money
Talkin' chasin', taught we got to get it
Sittin' back waitin' on somethin', man, I ain't it

You bumpin' your gums, that talkin' better kill it
I'm sendin' a real yes homey I hope you get it
You little head bouncers them two big fitteds
Fuck him pop, man we up our digits

We got the to the city
The West coast, down and New York City
You niggaz silly, I know you feelin' shitty
You think we gon' stop now and show some pity?

I run my money up, shorty stack your money up
I gotta stack that up, so we can have
hoes, plenty dough, plenty drank, plenty smoke
Ballin' all day and I ain't mad I just get mo'

Bring your money up, hey, bring paper up, hoe
What we stackin'? Dough, we stackin'? Dough, So we can have
Plenty hoes, dough, plenty drank, plenty smoke
Ballin' all day and I ain't mad I gotta get dough

Yeah, I'm smellin' myself, I'm smellin' money
Jefferson, Jackson, Ben Frank
Old school, new school, big money
You so funny

I keep a big pistol, who the fuck it?
still talkin'? Who the fuck done it?
Niggaz sendin' man who the fuck comin'?
no pussies over here nigga ain't nobody runnin'

Now, to the message at hand
I'm talkin' get money, Africa and
Germany, Australia, and Berlin
Hood niggaz everywhere, we get to the man

I gotta run my money up, shorty stack money up
I gotta that paper up, so we can have
Plenty hoes, plenty dough, drank, plenty smoke
Ballin' all day and I ain't mad I just get mo'

Bring your money up, hey, bring your up, hoe
What we stackin'? Dough, what we Dough, So we can have
hoes, plenty dough, plenty drank, plenty smoke
Ballin' all day and I ain't mad I gotta get dough

Fuck metaphors, gettin' all
Rap shit is easy, y'all make this an obstacle
is basic training, show you the ropes
Man music is a product, it's just like dope

First of all get own hustle, don't watch mine
We all game, mine just happen to rhyme
Second of all stay prayed up and stay on your
And when your opportunity come be to shine

I gotta run my up, shorty stack your money up
I stack that paper up, so we can have
Plenty hoes, plenty dough, plenty drank, smoke
all day and I ain't mad I just gotta get mo'

Bring money up, hey, bring your paper up, hoe
What we stackin'? Dough, what we Dough, So we can have
Plenty hoes, plenty dough, drank, plenty smoke
Ballin' all day and I mad I just gotta