[Intro]
DP on the beat
[Verse 1]
Gettin' all these hundreds so I count up (Yeah)
Throwin' all this money, yeah, I ran it up (Ran)
Got my confidence 'cause it's stacked up (Stacked up)
Yeah, I'm talkin' money, yeah, it's stacked tall (Yeah)
I'm talkin' Shaq tall (I'm talkin' Shaq tall)
You are not a goon, you're a actor (You're a actor)
All these girls around you tryna snap up (Tryna snap up, woah)
You're really a clown, that's why I'm laughin' (Hahaha)
I'm the only one that's rappin' (Yeah, yeah)
All my niggas, yeah, they really trappin' (Trappin')
Yeah, she said that she pregnant, tryna trap me (Tryna trap me), hey
Try again, muhfucka, Michael Blackston (Getting off), hey
I was just broke, my pockets was lackin' (They was lackin')
Now I’m rich and famous, how this happen? (How this happen?)
My mama said, "You can't do shit you did back then" (No way, what?)
Don't get locked up, boy, now pay your taxes (True)
[Chorus]
I got rich, then I dipped, these niggas switched (Yeah)
3D my wrist (Yeah), CD my wrist (Yeah, yeah)
Bling, blaow, fah, fah, VV my wrist
Mr. Delete-Your-Bitch, hey, I just got my TEC straight
Got a cooling kit, hey, shoutout to my jefe (Yeah, yeah)
DP on the beat
[Verse 1]
Gettin' all these hundreds so I count up (Yeah)
Throwin' all this money, yeah, I ran it up (Ran)
Got my confidence 'cause it's stacked up (Stacked up)
Yeah, I'm talkin' money, yeah, it's stacked tall (Yeah)
I'm talkin' Shaq tall (I'm talkin' Shaq tall)
You are not a goon, you're a actor (You're a actor)
All these girls around you tryna snap up (Tryna snap up, woah)
You're really a clown, that's why I'm laughin' (Hahaha)
I'm the only one that's rappin' (Yeah, yeah)
All my niggas, yeah, they really trappin' (Trappin')
Yeah, she said that she pregnant, tryna trap me (Tryna trap me), hey
Try again, muhfucka, Michael Blackston (Getting off), hey
I was just broke, my pockets was lackin' (They was lackin')
Now I’m rich and famous, how this happen? (How this happen?)
My mama said, "You can't do shit you did back then" (No way, what?)
Don't get locked up, boy, now pay your taxes (True)
[Chorus]
I got rich, then I dipped, these niggas switched (Yeah)
3D my wrist (Yeah), CD my wrist (Yeah, yeah)
Bling, blaow, fah, fah, VV my wrist
Mr. Delete-Your-Bitch, hey, I just got my TEC straight
Got a cooling kit, hey, shoutout to my jefe (Yeah, yeah)
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