Lyrics:
yeah
Just keep stacking for that surgery
Stack it up
Print that paper money
Print it out Vogue Honey
Print that paper money
Print it out Vogue Honey
Love
to the paper, I get to the guala
Surrounded by demons, I call 'em my shottas
Do the job fast, they gon' do it for dollars
I count it, I stack it, I been getting
Bussing n drilling cuming n squealing ( be da highlights )
Count it & stack it paper the package (the mill type )
Telescopic made to focus when
Grills on my necklace
Now I'm counting stacks
Pay be rolling by the ticks
Cause I've got
Hublot on my wrist
Hublot on my wrist
Now I'm getting money
nourish me, properly with that inner city, urban GC
I fuck with those beyond my age bracket
'Cause they analyze and map it, get the papers and stack it
nourish me, properly with that inner city, urban GC
I fuck with those beyond my age bracket
Cos they analyze and map it, get the papers and stack it
the trap spot
(Trap spot)
Couple nights shovin' hard by my damn self
(Damn self)
By my damn self, out there by my damn self
I remember I was goin' hard by my
much)
Last night took an L, but tonight I bounce back
Wake up every morning, by the night, I count stacks
Knew that ass was real when I hit, it
mean
It’s time to hustle nigga get it by any means
What you mean
I mean paper
I mean green
I’m tryna feed my team
What you mean
I mean money over money
got me on paper I'm stuck but when I get up off it I'm gone (Pyune)
You can tell by the vapor I'm getting that paper, I smell like expensive cologne
Got
I just might hop inside a cab today (skrt)
Lamborghini Urus paper tag today (aye)
When I bend the corner man, the rims bent (bent)
Burberry guts
the talking and put in work (work)
Doomzday on the beat
See me grind nonstop chasing the paper, chasing the paper
Seeing bars more than a jailer, more than ah
telling me make it stack
Everything that I spend I gotta make it back
Paper whispering in my ear telling me make it stack
Everything that I spend I gotta
radar on
Paper uh
Get it now not later on
Rajon Rondo run them bands, okay you the man but what's a man to a Martian?
Inspired by Weezy, I'm really with
murderers, drug spot burglars
Niggas doing anything to acquire that paper
Live the life of crime but got saved by the rhyme
Peace to all my niggas doing
[Intro]
Growing up with normal tv
Back by the standpipe fete was heavy
Nowadays you could never see me
Chilling in the cave cause we making money
(Chorus) Durrti Money
I’m from a city where n*99as get busy/ counting these stacks from all of virgini/ your stacks is small, mines tall
greenbacks)
(Greenbacks, greenbacks, green stacks)
Never understand what people's heads are in (greenbacks, mean stacks)
(Mean stacks, greenbacks)
Ask me
wanna see you rot
Middles up
Show them all those stacks you got boi
I'm too greedy to be stander-by
All the money that I make it gotta multiply
Got
Stack after stack
I gotta get these racks
Yeah i gotta get these racks
Diamond grill on ma bottom
Slugged on the top
Pull up with that drop top
Yeah we
Grinding momma told me stack my pros
Grinding gotta get rich 4 i go grinding
I can never go for broke grinding thats
The only life i know
[Chorus: Trey Songz]
Even though I'm in the streets, you know exactly what I do,
And then I, chase this paper you ain't gotta wait for me
the root I want the whole damn tree
Ain't tryin' to stock around for the Illuminati
Got to buy my own island by the year 2 G...
Since way back I've been
Stack that paper and stay out the way
How many racks I could fit in the safe?
I'm a stepper, they know I don't play
They respect me like Santa,
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