8 Figures
D.A. got that dope
When you get some money, whatchu gon' do with it?
Put the money up, or act a fool with it
Run the money up, get rich with your clique
Or fuck the money up, go trick on a bitch
You should put the money up, go stack it, huh
Double up, commas and brackets
Grown man on Instagram cappin'
Holdin' bands but he not payin' taxes
You ain't really makin' money 'til you make 8 figures
Everybody want a bag, but they won't go get it
Tryna make fast money, but they fuck it up quicker
You ain't really gettin' money 'til you make 8 figures
When the feds caught my dad, only had one million
Should have had nine more, pulled up in the ceiling
Everybody want a bag, nobody wanna work
All the niggas wanna trap, all the girls wanna twerk
Everybody act hard, 'til somebody get hurt
Yeah, it broke his momma heart when they put him on a shirt
Put the bag on your head, then they put you in the dirt
Put a price on your top, what your life really worth?
Tryna get fast cash just to fuck it up quicker
You ain't really got cash 'til you got 8 figures
I been gettin' street money ever since I was little
Seen niggas at the store sellin' dope, drug dealers
Seen niggas checking hoes on the stroll that was pimping
Seen my bro kick a door, then I started kickin'
Gotta get it how you can, I'm just trynna make a livin'
Seen my daddy do a scam, came back with a million
Then they shot him in the hand, fuck nigga tried to kill him
Seen that nigga lose everything he have, shootin' dice
Ran off on the plug, ain't even think twice
Same nigga caught a slug, had to pay with his life
Everybody so cool, everybody got a tool
Everybody go to school, nobody doin' work
Everybody want a bag, everybody wanna rap
All the niggas wanna trap, all the hoes wanna twerk
When you get some money, whatchu gon' do with it?
Put the money up, or act a fool with it
Run the money up, get rich with your clique
Or fuck the money up, go trick on a bitch
You should put the money up, go stack it, huh
Double up, commas and brackets
Grown man on Instagram cappin'
Holdin' bands but he not payin' taxes
You ain't really makin' money 'til you make 8 figures
Everybody want a bag, but they won't go get it
Tryna make fast money, but they fuck it up quicker
You ain't really gettin' money 'til you make 8 figures
When the feds caught my dad, only had one million
Should have had nine more, pulled up in the ceiling
Everybody want a bag, nobody wanna work
All the niggas wanna trap, all the girls wanna twerk
Everybody act hard, 'til somebody get hurt
Yeah, it broke his momma heart when they put him on a shirt
Put the bag on your head, then they put you in the dirt
Put a price on your top, what your life really worth?
Tryna get fast cash just to fuck it up quicker
You ain't really got cash 'til you got 8 figures
When you get the bag, whatchu gon' do with it?
Put the money up, or act a fool with it
Run the money up, get rich with your clique
Or fuck the money up, go trick on a bitch
You should put the money up, go stack it
Double up, commas and brackets
I'ma go flood out my neck
Bust down the Rollie and ice the Patek
Fuck up a check
What the fuck you expect?
I got cash on deck, thumbin' through checks
In the back of the 'Bach, huh
Hoppin' out, racks on racks
Hi-Tech red, don't really sip Act', huh
Hoppin' on the jet with the TEC, huh
MAC in my lap
Hoppin' out the PJ, straps on straps
Jumpman bread, flip a check like Mike, huh
Prestos, Off-White Nikes
Jumpman bread, flip a check like Mike, huh
Prestos, Off-White Nikes
Checkin' them chance like I'm Yeezy
Had to go earn my stripes
I'ma go flood out my neck
Bust down the Rollie and ice the Patek
Fuck up a check
Cash on deck
Thumbin' through stacks in the back of the 'Bach
Fuck it up Neimans
I'ma act a ass up in Saks
Hoppin' out, racks on racks (water baguette)
Cash on deck
Thumbin' through stacks in the back of the 'Bach
Fuck it up Neimans
I'ma act a ass up in Saks
Hoppin' out, racks on racks
When you get the money, whatchu 'gon do with it?
Put the money up, or act a fool with it
Run the money up, get rich with your clique
Or fuck the money up, go trick on a bitch
You should put the money up, go stack it
Double up, commas and fractions
I'ma go flood out my neck
Bust down the Rollie and ice the Patek
Fuck up a check
What the fuck you expect?
I got cash on deck, thumbin' through checks
In the back of the 'Bach, huh
Hoppin' out, racks on racks
Hi-Tech red, don't really sip Act', huh
Hoppin' on the jet with the TEC, huh
MAC in my lap
Hoppin' out the PJ, straps on straps
Jumpman bread, flip a check like Mike, huh
Prestos, Off-White Nikes
Jumpman bread, flip a check like Mike, huh
Prestos, Off-White Nikes
Checkin' them chance like I'm Yeezy
Had to go earn my stripes
I'ma go flood out my neck
Bust down the Rollie and ice the Patek
Fuck up a check
When you get some money, whatchu gon' do with it?
Put the money up, or act a fool with it
Run the money up, get rich with your clique
Or fuck the money up, go trick on a bitch
You should put the money up, go stack it, huh
Double up, commas and brackets
Grown man on Instagram cappin'
Holdin' bands but he not payin' taxes
You ain't really makin' money 'til you make 8 figures
Everybody want a bag, but they won't go get it
Tryna make fast money, but they fuck it up quicker
You ain't really gettin' money 'til you make 8 figures
When the feds caught my dad, only had one million
Should have had nine more, pulled up in the ceiling
Everybody want a bag, nobody wanna work
All the niggas wanna trap, all the girls wanna twerk
Everybody act hard, 'til somebody get hurt
Yeah, it broke his momma heart when they put him on a shirt
Put the bag on your head, then they put you in the dirt
Put a price on your top, what your life really worth?
Tryna get fast cash just to fuck it up quicker
You ain't really got cash 'til you got 8 figures
I been gettin' street money ever since I was little
Seen niggas at the store sellin' dope, drug dealers
Seen niggas checking hoes on the stroll that was pimping
Seen my bro kick a door, then I started kickin'
Gotta get it how you can, I'm just trynna make a livin'
Seen my daddy do a scam, came back with a million
Then they shot him in the hand, fuck nigga tried to kill him
Seen that nigga lose everything he have, shootin' dice
Ran off on the plug, ain't even think twice
Same nigga caught a slug, had to pay with his life
Everybody so cool, everybody got a tool
Everybody go to school, nobody doin' work
Everybody want a bag, everybody wanna rap
All the niggas wanna trap, all the hoes wanna twerk
When you get some money, whatchu gon' do with it?
Put the money up, or act a fool with it
Run the money up, get rich with your clique
Or fuck the money up, go trick on a bitch
You should put the money up, go stack it, huh
Double up, commas and brackets
Grown man on Instagram cappin'
Holdin' bands but he not payin' taxes
You ain't really makin' money 'til you make 8 figures
Everybody want a bag, but they won't go get it
Tryna make fast money, but they fuck it up quicker
You ain't really gettin' money 'til you make 8 figures
When the feds caught my dad, only had one million
Should have had nine more, pulled up in the ceiling
Everybody want a bag, nobody wanna work
All the niggas wanna trap, all the girls wanna twerk
Everybody act hard, 'til somebody get hurt
Yeah, it broke his momma heart when they put him on a shirt
Put the bag on your head, then they put you in the dirt
Put a price on your top, what your life really worth?
Tryna get fast cash just to fuck it up quicker
You ain't really got cash 'til you got 8 figures
When you get the bag, whatchu gon' do with it?
Put the money up, or act a fool with it
Run the money up, get rich with your clique
Or fuck the money up, go trick on a bitch
You should put the money up, go stack it
Double up, commas and brackets
I'ma go flood out my neck
Bust down the Rollie and ice the Patek
Fuck up a check
What the fuck you expect?
I got cash on deck, thumbin' through checks
In the back of the 'Bach, huh
Hoppin' out, racks on racks
Hi-Tech red, don't really sip Act', huh
Hoppin' on the jet with the TEC, huh
MAC in my lap
Hoppin' out the PJ, straps on straps
Jumpman bread, flip a check like Mike, huh
Prestos, Off-White Nikes
Jumpman bread, flip a check like Mike, huh
Prestos, Off-White Nikes
Checkin' them chance like I'm Yeezy
Had to go earn my stripes
I'ma go flood out my neck
Bust down the Rollie and ice the Patek
Fuck up a check
Cash on deck
Thumbin' through stacks in the back of the 'Bach
Fuck it up Neimans
I'ma act a ass up in Saks
Hoppin' out, racks on racks (water baguette)
Cash on deck
Thumbin' through stacks in the back of the 'Bach
Fuck it up Neimans
I'ma act a ass up in Saks
Hoppin' out, racks on racks
When you get the money, whatchu 'gon do with it?
Put the money up, or act a fool with it
Run the money up, get rich with your clique
Or fuck the money up, go trick on a bitch
You should put the money up, go stack it
Double up, commas and fractions
I'ma go flood out my neck
Bust down the Rollie and ice the Patek
Fuck up a check
What the fuck you expect?
I got cash on deck, thumbin' through checks
In the back of the 'Bach, huh
Hoppin' out, racks on racks
Hi-Tech red, don't really sip Act', huh
Hoppin' on the jet with the TEC, huh
MAC in my lap
Hoppin' out the PJ, straps on straps
Jumpman bread, flip a check like Mike, huh
Prestos, Off-White Nikes
Jumpman bread, flip a check like Mike, huh
Prestos, Off-White Nikes
Checkin' them chance like I'm Yeezy
Had to go earn my stripes
I'ma go flood out my neck
Bust down the Rollie and ice the Patek
Fuck up a check
Credits
Writer(s): David Doman, Mike Dean, Emekwanem Biosah Jr., Apex Martin, Christina Gandy Rodgers, Eliot Dean Baker, Afolabi Osinulu
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