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