Bitches want money stacks, I just want my percent
00:15
She told me to hit the hole, I used to play running back
00:18
You niggas be fumbling, don't you give 'em no gun again
00:22
These bitches be flying out, yeah, 'cause money be coming in
00:26
Said the money be coming in, the money be coming in
00:29
The money be coming in, the money be coming in
00:33
See you niggas just run your mouth, yeah
00:37
My niggas, we run the city
00:39
The money be coming in, the money be coming in
00:41
Look, my bitch is on Tumblr, your bitch need a tummy tuck
00:44
Since Jesus of Nazareth, the realest you've come across
00:48
I be with killers just coming home
00:52
They only hope is me and the Quran
00:54
They only wish is for a new chain
00:56
But they stuck up in the ankle bracelet
00:58
I get the money stacked, see the moon's where it's sunny at
01:00
And I move where the realest be
01:03
And the quickest, see baby, you gettin' lapped
01:05
Yeah, the DMV on the map
01:07
That's a city, two states if you can count
01:09
I'm as real as I say, I never lie
01:10
So whenever I go, know I'm runnin' back
01:12
Bitches want money stacks, I just want my percent
01:15
She told me to hit the hole, I used to play running back
01:19
You niggas be fumbling, don't you give 'em no gun again
01:22
These bitches be flying out, yeah, 'cause money be coming in
01:26
Said the money be coming in, the money be coming in
01:30
The money be coming in, the money be coming in
01:34
See you niggas just run your mouth, yeah
01:37
My niggas, we run the city
01:40
The money be coming in, the money be coming in
01:41
These bitches want money stacks
01:45
Me? I want a hundred stacks
01:47
These bitches selling their soul
01:49
Well, I want my money back
01:50
She bounce it like jumping jacks, but she got a funny ass
01:52
Look what them booty shots done to that
01:56
That bitch need her money back, Lord
01:58
She like the finer things, she said I sent her a diamond ring
02:00
She say I buy her all kinds of things
02:04
She lie about everything
02:06
I put her on time out and everything
02:07
I cut the bitch off like a thread of string
02:09
These hoes'll say about anything
02:11
'Cause they know that y'all believe everything
02:13
That's why I get high about everything
02:15
All of this fog like the weather change
02:17
Turn the strip club to a hurricane
02:19
We got that cocaine, snow flurry gang
02:20
And we do not play games 'bout money, mane
02:22
She do something strange for money, mane
02:24
Yeah, I used to play running back
02:26
I turned that football to a money bag, I'm gone
02:28
Bitches want money stacks, I just want my percent
02:31
She told me to hit the hole, I used to play running back
02:34
You niggas be fumbling, don't you give 'em no gun again
02:38
These bitches be flying out, yeah, 'cause money be coming in
02:42
Said the money be coming in, the money be coming in
02:45
The money be coming in, the money be coming in
02:49
See you niggas just run your mouth, yeah
02:53
My niggas, we run the city
02:55
The money be coming in, the money be coming in
02:57
Balling, we balling, we balling
03:00
Balling (Balling), hey darling (Hey darling)
03:05
Sweet darling (Hey darling), you know we ballin'
03:09
We balling, Wale, fuck with me
03:13
Mula baby
03:17
Yeah, Blue Moon, yeah
03:21
We gon' ball all season, whole season and post-season
03:24
For no reason, fuck with me
03:29
03:31
Lyrics & Translation
[English]
Bitches want money stacks, I just want my percent
She told me to hit the hole, I used to play running back
You niggas be fumbling, don't you give 'em no gun again
These bitches be flying out, yeah, 'cause money be coming in
Said the money be coming in, the money be coming in
The money be coming in, the money be coming in
See you niggas just run your mouth, yeah
My niggas, we run the city
The money be coming in, the money be coming in
Look, my bitch is on Tumblr, your bitch need a tummy tuck
Since Jesus of Nazareth, the realest you've come across
I be with killers just coming home
They only hope is me and the Quran
They only wish is for a new chain
But they stuck up in the ankle bracelet
I get the money stacked, see the moon's where it's sunny at
And I move where the realest be
And the quickest, see baby, you gettin' lapped
Yeah, the DMV on the map
That's a city, two states if you can count
I'm as real as I say, I never lie
So whenever I go, know I'm runnin' back
Bitches want money stacks, I just want my percent
She told me to hit the hole, I used to play running back
You niggas be fumbling, don't you give 'em no gun again
These bitches be flying out, yeah, 'cause money be coming in
Said the money be coming in, the money be coming in
The money be coming in, the money be coming in
See you niggas just run your mouth, yeah
My niggas, we run the city
The money be coming in, the money be coming in
These bitches want money stacks
Me? I want a hundred stacks
These bitches selling their soul
Well, I want my money back
She bounce it like jumping jacks, but she got a funny ass
Look what them booty shots done to that
That bitch need her money back, Lord
She like the finer things, she said I sent her a diamond ring
She say I buy her all kinds of things
She lie about everything
I put her on time out and everything
I cut the bitch off like a thread of string
These hoes'll say about anything
'Cause they know that y'all believe everything
That's why I get high about everything
All of this fog like the weather change
Turn the strip club to a hurricane
We got that cocaine, snow flurry gang
And we do not play games 'bout money, mane
She do something strange for money, mane
Yeah, I used to play running back
I turned that football to a money bag, I'm gone
Bitches want money stacks, I just want my percent
She told me to hit the hole, I used to play running back
You niggas be fumbling, don't you give 'em no gun again
These bitches be flying out, yeah, 'cause money be coming in
Said the money be coming in, the money be coming in
The money be coming in, the money be coming in
See you niggas just run your mouth, yeah
My niggas, we run the city
The money be coming in, the money be coming in
Balling, we balling, we balling
Balling (Balling), hey darling (Hey darling)
Sweet darling (Hey darling), you know we ballin'
We balling, Wale, fuck with me
Mula baby
Yeah, Blue Moon, yeah
We gon' ball all season, whole season and post-season
For no reason, fuck with me
...
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