Money Up

{*ad libs for the first 12 seconds*} [Chorus] I gotta run my money up, shorty stack your money up I gotta stack that paper up, so we can have... Plenty hoes, plenty dough, plenty drank, plenty smoke Ballin all day and I ain't mad I just gotta get mo' Bring your money up (HEY~!) Bring your paper up (HOE~!) What we stackin (DOUGH~!) What we stackin (DOUGH~!) So we can have Plenty hoes, plenty dough, plenty drank, plenty smoke Ballin all day and I ain't mad I just gotta get dough [Gorilla Zoe] I'm talkin dedication, talkin motivation Talkin inspiration, talkin money chasin Talkin paper chasin, taught we got to get it Sittin back waitin on somethin man I ain't with it You niggas bumpin your gums, that talkin better kill it I'm sendin a real message yes homey I hope you get it You little head bouncers with them two big fitteds Fuck him pop! Man we runnin up our digits Ha ha ha~! We got the keys to the city The West coast, down South and New York City You pussy niggas silly! I know you feelin shitty You think that we gon' stop now and show some pity? [Chorus] [Gorilla Zoe] Yeah I'm smellin myself! I'm smellin like money Jefferson, Jackson, Ben Frank money! Old school, new school, big bank money YOU MUH'FUCKERS SO FUNNY~! I keep a big pistol, who the fuck want it? Niggas still talkin? WHO THE FUCK DONE IT! Niggas sendin threats man who the fuck comin? Ain't no pussies over here nigga ain't nobody runnin! Now - back to the message at hand I'm talkin get money, Africa and Japan Germany, Australia, France and Berlin Hood niggas everywhere, we get to the money man [Chorus] [Gorilla Zoe] Fuck metaphors, gettin all philosophical Rap shit is easy, y'all make this shit an obstacle This is basic training, show you the ropes Man this music is a product, it's just like dope First of all get your own hustle, don't watch mine We all spit game, mine just happen to rhyme Second of all stay prayed up and stay on your grind And when your opportunity come be ready to shine [Chorus] - to fade