Ye-yeah
(Ceeo, turn that beat up)
Ever since a youngin, all I knew was get da money
Yeah, I ran up my commas, I turn nothing into something
Gettin' a big house for my mama and a fish tank with piranhas
On a PJ in pajamas, fell asleep, countin' too much money
I'm talkin' 'bout rack, after rack, yeah, rack, after rack
I'm talkin' 'bout racks, after racks, yeah, racks, after racks
Spendin' stacks and get it back, yeah, bitch, I get it back
Spendin' stacks and get it back, uh, bitch, I get it back, yeah
Rubberband man, uh, bustin' out my pants
Got two hunnid on my dash
I pay one twenty, cash, yeah
I don't mean to brag
But my watch cost a Jag', yeah
Fresh in Gucci plaid, yeah
Mr. Brown swag, yeah
No, bitch can't do it like me
Fresh foot, just got on a white tee
Lightin' it up, like a Christmas tree
Spend fifty racks on Cuban links
Think about buyin' me a new AP
Rose gold, all with pussy pink
I got all these Goddamn rings
Make her get on her knees, but she can't remember me
Too many deposits, sauce up in my closet (yeah)
Drippin' through the lobby, bitch, blow me like coffee
And my teeth is flawless, bitch, this money talk
I spent thirty on my martian
This Glizzock, this ain't Marvin
Ever since a youngin, all I knew was get da money
Yeah, I ran up my commas, I turn nothing into something
Gettin' a big house for my mama and a fish tank with piranhas
On a PJ in pajamas, fell asleep, countin' too much money
I'm talkin' 'bout rack, after rack, yeah, rack, after rack
I'm talkin' 'bout racks, after racks, yeah, racks, after racks
Spendin' stacks and get it back, yeah, bitch, I get it back
Spendin' stacks and get it back, uh, bitch, I get it back, yeah
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Ye-yeah
(Ceeo, turn that beat up)
Ever since a youngin, all I knew was get da money
Yeah, I ran up my commas, I turn nothing into something
Gettin' a big house for my mama and a fish tank with piranhas
On a PJ in pajamas, fell asleep, countin' too much money
I'm talkin' 'bout rack, after rack, yeah, rack, after rack
I'm talkin' 'bout racks, after racks, yeah, racks, after racks
Spendin' stacks and get it back, yeah, bitch, I get it back
Spendin' stacks and get it back, uh, bitch, I get it back, yeah
Rubberband man, uh, bustin' out my pants
Got two hunnid on my dash
I pay one twenty, cash, yeah
I don't mean to brag
But my watch cost a Jag', yeah
Fresh in Gucci plaid, yeah
Mr. Brown swag, yeah
No, bitch can't do it like me
Fresh foot, just got on a white tee
Lightin' it up, like a Christmas tree
Spend fifty racks on Cuban links
Think about buyin' me a new AP
Rose gold, all with pussy pink
I got all these Goddamn rings
Make her get on her knees, but she can't remember me
Too many deposits, sauce up in my closet (yeah)
Drippin' through the lobby, bitch, blow me like coffee
And my teeth is flawless, bitch, this money talk
I spent thirty on my martian
This Glizzock, this ain't Marvin
Ever since a youngin, all I knew was get da money
Yeah, I ran up my commas, I turn nothing into something
Gettin' a big house for my mama and a fish tank with piranhas
On a PJ in pajamas, fell asleep, countin' too much money
I'm talkin' 'bout rack, after rack, yeah, rack, after rack
I'm talkin' 'bout racks, after racks, yeah, racks, after racks
Spendin' stacks and get it back, yeah, bitch, I get it back
Spendin' stacks and get it back, uh, bitch, I get it back, yeah
(Ceeo, turn that beat up)
Ever since a youngin, all I knew was get da money
Yeah, I ran up my commas, I turn nothing into something
Gettin' a big house for my mama and a fish tank with piranhas
On a PJ in pajamas, fell asleep, countin' too much money
I'm talkin' 'bout rack, after rack, yeah, rack, after rack
I'm talkin' 'bout racks, after racks, yeah, racks, after racks
Spendin' stacks and get it back, yeah, bitch, I get it back
Spendin' stacks and get it back, uh, bitch, I get it back, yeah
Rubberband man, uh, bustin' out my pants
Got two hunnid on my dash
I pay one twenty, cash, yeah
I don't mean to brag
But my watch cost a Jag', yeah
Fresh in Gucci plaid, yeah
Mr. Brown swag, yeah
No, bitch can't do it like me
Fresh foot, just got on a white tee
Lightin' it up, like a Christmas tree
Spend fifty racks on Cuban links
Think about buyin' me a new AP
Rose gold, all with pussy pink
I got all these Goddamn rings
Make her get on her knees, but she can't remember me
Too many deposits, sauce up in my closet (yeah)
Drippin' through the lobby, bitch, blow me like coffee
And my teeth is flawless, bitch, this money talk
I spent thirty on my martian
This Glizzock, this ain't Marvin
Ever since a youngin, all I knew was get da money
Yeah, I ran up my commas, I turn nothing into something
Gettin' a big house for my mama and a fish tank with piranhas
On a PJ in pajamas, fell asleep, countin' too much money
I'm talkin' 'bout rack, after rack, yeah, rack, after rack
I'm talkin' 'bout racks, after racks, yeah, racks, after racks
Spendin' stacks and get it back, yeah, bitch, I get it back
Spendin' stacks and get it back, uh, bitch, I get it back, yeah
Writer: Markeyvius Cathey
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.