These girls just want money stacks I just want my percent She told me to hit the hole I used to play running back These niggas be fumbling Don’t you give ’em no gun again This money be flying out here ‘Cause money be coming in…Said the money be coming in The money be coming in The money be coming in The money be coming in Say you niggas just run your mouth My niggas, we run this shit The money be coming in The money be coming in…My chick is on Tumblr Bitch, y’all need a tummy suck Since Jesus and Nazareth The realest you’ve come across I be with killers just coming home They only hope is me and the Quran They only wish is for that new chain But they stuck up in the ankle bracelet I get the money stacked To the moon where it’s sunny at And I move where the realest be And the quickest, see, baby, you gettin’ lapped Look, the DMV on the map That’s a city, two states if you can count I’m as real as I say, I never lie So whenever I go, know I’m runnin’ back…These girls just want money stacks I just want my percent She told me to hit the hole I used to play running back These niggas be fumbling Don’t you give ’em no gun again This money be flying out here ‘Cause money be coming in…Said the money be coming in The money be coming in The money be coming in The money be coming in Say you niggas just run your mouth My niggas, we run this shit
The money be coming in The money be coming in…These girls want money stacks I want a hundred stacks These girls selling their soul I want my money back She bouncing like jumping jacks But she got a funny back Look what the booty shots done to that That girl need her money back I like the finer things She said I sent her a diamond ring She say I buy her all kinds of things She lie about everything I put her on time out and everything I cut the girl off like a dirty string These girls’ll say about anything ‘Cause they know that y’all believe everything That’s why I get high about everything All of this fog like the weather strange Turn the strip club to a hurricane You know that we the snow flurry gang And we do not play games with money, mane She do something strange for money, mane I used to play running back I turn that football to a money bag…These girls just want money stacks I just want my percent She told me to hit the hole I used to play running back These niggas be fumbling Don’t you give ’em no gun again This money be flying out here ‘Cause money be coming in…Said the money be coming in The money be coming in The money be coming in The money be coming in Say you niggas just run your mouth My niggas, we run this shit The money be coming in The money be coming in…We balling, we balling We balling, we balling Hey darling, hey darling Balling, balling, balling…
