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