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The tens, The twenties
The fifties, The hundreds
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The tens, The twenties
The fifties, The hundreds
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My mama, my daddy, my sister, my cousins
I'm grindin;, until, they want, for nothing
I moved, my granny, up out, the hood
And when, I'm rich, the fam, is good
It's understood
I draw the line for niggas who don't know the distance
If you come across like a Christian
We gon' shoot you down like a pigeon
Bitches want me to save 'em I ain't listenin'
'Cause I'm gettin' that paper Dunder Mifflin
A.D.S. when I'm aimin' I ain't missin'
I don't ever complain about the mission
I just complete the objectives
Had to change a perspective
In college I majored in Ballin'
Getting' fuckin' paid was my elective
And my ex was a fuckin detective, very controlling, very obsessive
I was still movin' reckless
Checkin' bitches off the checklist
What you mean? what you mean? Keepin' shit hundred nothing in between
I'm the type to make a fuckin' scene with a Gucci belt around my fuckin' jeans
Duckin' prostitutes and duckin' fiends
On Hodiamont drummin' up a scheme
The shit we do is dirty like the lean
But on papers everything we touch is clean
The ones, The fives
The tens, The twenties
The fifties, The hundreds
We thumbin', through money (Run it up!)
The ones, The fives
The tens, The twenties
The fifties, The hundreds
We thumbin', through money (Run it up!)
The hundreds, the fifties
The twenties, the tens
The fives, the ones
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The hundreds, the fifties
The twenties, the tens
The fives, the ones
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Abraham Lincoln, Andrew Jackson
Grants to the Franklins, Bigger transaction
Money to the ceiling, tell me how you feeling
Never seen a Louie backpack with a million
Never seen a hustler back back from the grindin'
Never seen a baller sit back and decline it
Time after time, nickel and dime
I ain't ever go resign I'm a go and get mine
I'm just a paper chaser chasin' paper
Pull up with the razorblade to cut the tape
All of my bands my name's supposed to make
Tellin' all the labels they supposed to wait
It's a Big T, U-C-K
Runnin' up checks NY to LA
Stop my pay? Never no way
Hatians outside like "Sak Pase!"
I keep the bread like I'm Hostess
Bake the cake, divide, split the pie,
The family straight we eatin' rampantly like hungry apes
Haberdashery on your estate
Movin' like a Tecca Nina, independent
Teslas, Maseratis, Beamers
I'm on my kamikaze let me in this
Count up all my dollars from my winnings
Tell me what you see about me
The only thing you should see is O.G.
All type of money like I'm Jimmy Iovine
I'm good in the hood so I keep it low key
Drippin' in diamonds, money I'm pilin'
Tryin' to make enough to buy a private island
Helicopter with a private pilot
That's how you know when I got it, got it
The ones, The fives
The tens, The twenties
The fifties, The hundreds
We thumbin', through money (Run it up!)
The ones, The fives
The tens, The twenties
The fifties, The hundreds
We thumbin', through money (Run it up!)
The hundreds, the fifties
The twenties, the tens
The fives, the ones
(Stack it, Stack It, Stack It, Stack It)
The hundreds, the fifties
The twenties, the tens
The fives, the ones
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