[Intro]
Yeah (Akachi, he on the beat, it's a murder)
Yeah
[Verse]
I turn them grams to dollars, them dollars to grams
Them plans them plans
Stackin' up, possibly purchase a van
Toyota or Honda, then I'll be the man
Nobody can stop me, but life done changed
Nigga, my VV's bling
I got a new race car, uh, peep out the engine sing, uh
Your bitch is in the back, uh, she calling me her king, uh
I told her shake that ass, uh, she said it ain't no thing, uh
Bet I won't make it smack, uh, why I switch lanes so fast, uh
I broke the bank, no cash, uh, I put the bank on blast, uh
Boy, I'm the new JAY-Z, uh, I got a new AP, uh
I got a new Rolex, your girlfriend wan' date me
Anyways, let me get to that money talk
I spent one hundred bands on a video
I ain't got labels or shit, lil' bro
Stack up my paper and let it go
I flip a pack then it's vamonos
We pull up to your door like we Domino's
Left the stove at crib, boy, I gotta go
You won't be as big as me, yo', I promise, bro
When I was 18, told my momma we won't be hungry again, uh
We ain't been hungry since then, uh
I had to stack up my bread, uh
Nigga, I'm gettin' my bands, uh
I got a Benz truck, uh
Get your bands up, nigga need to get your bands up
New JAY-Z, uh, I got a new AP
Your girlfriend wan' date me, uh-uh-uh
Yeah (Akachi, he on the beat, it's a murder)
Yeah
[Verse]
I turn them grams to dollars, them dollars to grams
Them plans them plans
Stackin' up, possibly purchase a van
Toyota or Honda, then I'll be the man
Nobody can stop me, but life done changed
Nigga, my VV's bling
I got a new race car, uh, peep out the engine sing, uh
Your bitch is in the back, uh, she calling me her king, uh
I told her shake that ass, uh, she said it ain't no thing, uh
Bet I won't make it smack, uh, why I switch lanes so fast, uh
I broke the bank, no cash, uh, I put the bank on blast, uh
Boy, I'm the new JAY-Z, uh, I got a new AP, uh
I got a new Rolex, your girlfriend wan' date me
Anyways, let me get to that money talk
I spent one hundred bands on a video
I ain't got labels or shit, lil' bro
Stack up my paper and let it go
I flip a pack then it's vamonos
We pull up to your door like we Domino's
Left the stove at crib, boy, I gotta go
You won't be as big as me, yo', I promise, bro
When I was 18, told my momma we won't be hungry again, uh
We ain't been hungry since then, uh
I had to stack up my bread, uh
Nigga, I'm gettin' my bands, uh
I got a Benz truck, uh
Get your bands up, nigga need to get your bands up
New JAY-Z, uh, I got a new AP
Your girlfriend wan' date me, uh-uh-uh
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