I gotta run my money up, shorty stack your up I gotta stack that paper up, so we can Plenty hoes, dough, plenty drank, plenty smoke Ballin' all day and I mad I just gotta get mo'
Bring your up, hey, bring your paper 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 mad I just gotta get dough
I'm talkin' dedication, motivation Talkin' inspiration, money chasin' Talkin' chasin', taught we got to get it back waitin' on somethin', man, I ain't with it
You niggaz bumpin' your gums, that better kill it I'm sendin' a real yes homey I hope you get it You little bouncers with them two big fitteds him pop, man we runnin' 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 that we stop now and show some pity?
I run my money 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 mad I just gotta get mo'
Bring your money up, hey, your paper up, hoe What we Dough, what we stackin'? Dough, So we can have hoes, plenty dough, plenty drank, plenty smoke Ballin' all day and I mad I just gotta get dough
Yeah, I'm myself, I'm smellin' like money Jefferson, Jackson, Ben Frank Old school, new school, big bank You so funny
I keep a big pistol, who the want it? still talkin'? Who the fuck done it? Niggaz threats man who the fuck comin'? Ain't no pussies here nigga ain't nobody runnin'
Now, back to the at hand I'm talkin' get money, Africa and Germany, Australia, and Berlin niggaz everywhere, we get to the money man
I gotta run my money up, shorty stack your up I gotta stack that paper up, so we can Plenty hoes, plenty dough, drank, plenty smoke Ballin' all day and I mad I just gotta get mo'
Bring your money up, hey, bring your up, hoe What we Dough, what 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
Fuck metaphors, all philosophical Rap shit is easy, y'all make shit an obstacle This is basic training, you the ropes Man this music is a product, just like dope
First of all get your own hustle, don't watch We all spit game, mine happen to rhyme Second of all stay prayed up and on your grind And when your opportunity come be ready to
I gotta run my money up, shorty stack money up I gotta stack that paper up, so we can hoes, plenty dough, plenty drank, plenty smoke Ballin' all day and I ain't mad I just get mo'
Bring your money up, hey, your paper up, hoe What we stackin'? Dough, what we Dough, So we can have Plenty hoes, dough, plenty drank, plenty smoke Ballin' all day and I mad I just gotta