Yeah, yeah, uh, here we go
Time to talk 'bout the money
Yeah we stacking up the dough
Hold up, I don't play with the checks
Give me the paper instead
Highest bidder, I'm ahead of the spread
Look at what we made I got God and lots of faith
If they tryna cut me down then I done move up out the way
I drop a bar on their head then they start acting sane
Do a dime baby I feel like I'm Dame
Level up, never hit decline
Dame energy, I'm on my grind
Freak'n haters, I ain't blind
Flippin' scripts, yeah I'm rewriting minds
Met God six years ago, now I feel like Optimus Prime
Yeah I'm back in my bag baby I'm ready to shine
Woo look at where we came from
Bout to switch the beat up I'm not silver like I'm Draymond
Baby-no$ but I got my money, I'm filling my demons with lead
Hop out the coop like a chicken no float keep it minimal just instead
Tell me you different I don't get the vision but I'm still picking nine's up for fun
Bro like get over here where's my gun?
Came back with a banger drive up to town then I park in my hanger
Got me a ten, but want another banger, what?
Yeah, yeah, uh, here we go
Time to talk about the money
Stacking up the dough
Get ready this a money show
This raps gonna make your speakers blow
Yeah uh wait I'm out of control
'Bout to blow
Man you know wait I said bro you don't got no throne
Yeah you got those O's, but I'm chilling on one hundred
Yeah, um, I'm chilling on one hundred
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Yeah, yeah, uh, here we go
Time to talk 'bout the money
Yeah we stacking up the dough
Hold up, I don't play with the checks
Give me the paper instead
Highest bidder, I'm ahead of the spread
Look at what we made I got God and lots of faith
If they tryna cut me down then I done move up out the way
I drop a bar on their head then they start acting sane
Do a dime baby I feel like I'm Dame
Level up, never hit decline
Dame energy, I'm on my grind
Freak'n haters, I ain't blind
Flippin' scripts, yeah I'm rewriting minds
Met God six years ago, now I feel like Optimus Prime
Yeah I'm back in my bag baby I'm ready to shine
Woo look at where we came from
Bout to switch the beat up I'm not silver like I'm Draymond
Baby-no$ but I got my money, I'm filling my demons with lead
Hop out the coop like a chicken no float keep it minimal just instead
Tell me you different I don't get the vision but I'm still picking nine's up for fun
Bro like get over here where's my gun?
Came back with a banger drive up to town then I park in my hanger
Got me a ten, but want another banger, what?
Yeah, yeah, uh, here we go
Time to talk about the money
Stacking up the dough
Get ready this a money show
This raps gonna make your speakers blow
Yeah uh wait I'm out of control
'Bout to blow
Man you know wait I said bro you don't got no throne
Yeah you got those O's, but I'm chilling on one hundred
Yeah, um, I'm chilling on one hundred
Time to talk 'bout the money
Yeah we stacking up the dough
Hold up, I don't play with the checks
Give me the paper instead
Highest bidder, I'm ahead of the spread
Look at what we made I got God and lots of faith
If they tryna cut me down then I done move up out the way
I drop a bar on their head then they start acting sane
Do a dime baby I feel like I'm Dame
Level up, never hit decline
Dame energy, I'm on my grind
Freak'n haters, I ain't blind
Flippin' scripts, yeah I'm rewriting minds
Met God six years ago, now I feel like Optimus Prime
Yeah I'm back in my bag baby I'm ready to shine
Woo look at where we came from
Bout to switch the beat up I'm not silver like I'm Draymond
Baby-no$ but I got my money, I'm filling my demons with lead
Hop out the coop like a chicken no float keep it minimal just instead
Tell me you different I don't get the vision but I'm still picking nine's up for fun
Bro like get over here where's my gun?
Came back with a banger drive up to town then I park in my hanger
Got me a ten, but want another banger, what?
Yeah, yeah, uh, here we go
Time to talk about the money
Stacking up the dough
Get ready this a money show
This raps gonna make your speakers blow
Yeah uh wait I'm out of control
'Bout to blow
Man you know wait I said bro you don't got no throne
Yeah you got those O's, but I'm chilling on one hundred
Yeah, um, I'm chilling on one hundred
Writer: William Amberton
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