I gotta run my money up, stack your money up I stack that paper up, so we can have Plenty hoes, 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 we stackin'? Dough, what we stackin'? Dough, So we can have Plenty hoes, plenty dough, plenty drank, smoke Ballin' all day and I ain't mad I just gotta get
I'm dedication, talkin' motivation Talkin' inspiration, money chasin' Talkin' paper chasin', we got to get it back waitin' on somethin', man, I ain't with it
You niggaz your gums, that talkin' better kill it I'm sendin' a real yes homey I hope you get it You little head bouncers with them two big him pop, man we runnin' up our digits
We got the to the city The West coast, down South and New City You pussy niggaz silly, I know you shitty You think we gon' stop now and show some pity?
I gotta run my up, shorty stack your money up I gotta stack paper up, so we can have hoes, plenty 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 What we Dough, what 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
Yeah, I'm smellin' myself, I'm smellin' money Jefferson, Jackson, Ben money Old school, new school, big bank You so funny
I keep a big pistol, who the fuck it? Niggaz still Who the fuck done it? sendin' threats man who the fuck comin'? Ain't no pussies over here ain't nobody runnin'
Now, back to the message at 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 stack that paper up, so we can have Plenty hoes, plenty dough, plenty drank, plenty Ballin' all day and I ain't mad I gotta get mo'
Bring your money up, hey, bring paper up, hoe What we stackin'? Dough, what we stackin'? Dough, So we can Plenty hoes, plenty dough, 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 this an obstacle This is training, show you the ropes Man this is a product, it's just like dope
First of all get your own hustle, don't mine We all spit game, just happen to rhyme of all stay prayed up and stay on your grind And when your opportunity come be to shine
I gotta run my money up, stack your money up I stack that paper up, so we can have Plenty hoes, plenty dough, plenty drank, plenty Ballin' all day and I ain't mad I 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