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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah, I'm smellin' myself, I'm like money
Jefferson, Jackson, Ben money
Old school, new school, big money
You muh'fuckers so

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

Now, back to the message at
I'm talkin' get money, and Japan
Germany, Australia, France and
niggaz everywhere, we get to the money man

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

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

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

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

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