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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I gotta run my money up, stack your money up
I gotta stack that up, so we can have
Plenty hoes, plenty dough, plenty drank, smoke
Ballin' all day and I mad I just gotta get mo'

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

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

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

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

Bring your up, hey, bring your 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