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Stacking up them Benjamin's
Got racks in my denim fit
Like Hoe give me throat
leave your panties by the door
Bitch you fucking with a goat
Bitch I'm all

yeah
Walk in the door they like who that
Show on the west and then finna get flew back yeah
So many benjamin routes
Please get my name out your mouth
I

Imah hop out on a bitch in a coupe 
Double my money I stack by the two
She wanna fuck with me cuz I'm the truth 
Stick to my plan like a script Imah

2021 yeah I'm done being humble
Money on my mind yeah I need that shit to double
Walking by myself but I got Nina in my duffle
It's a bandemic

when I'm high
Breaking a piece of the pie
Gambling addiction content if I die
Money addiction the Benjamin's mine
Holding my 9
All of you bitches be

[Chorus]

Millions in my bank, yeah, I got that thing flooded,

Counting benjamins, yeah, I gotta make money,

Henny what I sip and  i'm flying

Hustler's Story

Scarface

Duets: The Final Chapter

2005

to mansion
Stashin' keys, hidin' g's over seas, VCR's in my veins
Game elevates, money I make into stocks and real estate, bitch
Jet-skiing in

Trigga Play

B.G.

Chopper City in the Ghetto

1999

now woo the
B.G. straight duckin feds
On the real B.G.' bout bustin heads
On the real B.G. killin' chopters
Look in the sky flyin' by it's

Sky's the Limit

The Notorious B.I.G.

Hot Mixx

1997

ain't my homegirls now (alright, oh yeah)
Start stackin' (uh), dabbled in crack, gun packin' (uh)
Nickname Medina, make the seniors tote my ninas

Sky's the Limit

The Notorious B.I.G.

Life After Death

1997

ain't my homegirls now (alright, oh yeah)
Start stackin' (uh), dabbled in crack, gun packin' (uh)
Nickname Medina, make the seniors tote my ninas

Cut my Third Eye open
Now my folk and em' think I'm crazy but
I'm taking offers and calling up my new lawyer 
I'm the G.O.A.T 
Call me the black

Feindin' for more their feindin' for dollars
Phone won't stop ringing them Benjamins holla
Addicted to trends when will it end
When nobody got money to spend

still in amazement by how my nigga just blazing
So much money we making we just toss and just waste it
On bullshit making rain like Wayne and Fat
Got my

I’m fetching
Ah shit yeah I’m back up on my shit again
On a paper chase just sprintin to the benjamins
Had to leave her, she could never be my chick

Sky's the Limit

The Notorious B.I.G.

Life After Death [Clean]

1997

make the seniors tote my ninas (uh-huh) (whoa-oh, ooh yeah)
From gym class, to English, pass off a global (woo)
The only, with a mobile, can't you see

The boy diabolical yet so methodical
Make me shoot this bitch up and have you do the zydeco
I be ripping and running, stackin that money sippin that lean my

bitch in my kitchen
Don’t care ‘bout no ho cause that money my mission
Chill Will want a body, his finger been itching
And my Ferrari got bricks by

Givenchy
Got the game in submission
Your bitch in my kitchen
Don’t care ‘bout no ho cause
That money my mission
Chill Will want a body
His finger been

Still Po Pimpin'

Johnny P.

Headz or Tailz

1998

Do you wanna rock with me? (Yeah, ooh)
Do you wanna smoke my B (Ooh)
Never can't you take my G's
My (Ooh)

Ain't trippin' got to split up the front

how-
(Nah that's fucked up you can't say that)
Right, okay
Fuck all of my haters, who the fuck asked
Nina do the talking for me like a podcast
In

money, get dat guapp
Yea by every mean "bang"

I say

All my g's stand up, "rugged team" yea
All my gangsters stand up, yea
"Stand up stand up"

All my all

The money is sad
It don't wanna leave a real nigga for a broke bitch

I'm a real nigga, I like pussy, I like the cash
She twerkin on my dick, I put benjamins

sauce
You ain't gotta test it
It's hotter than a motherfucker
All my stove's on
By tonight, all the work gone

2 red cups, gin in it with mad ice
Smoking

my way
Keep your head on a swivel, and on the money
We blowing up man that shit is not funny
Run to the money, said run to the money
Counting up