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Stack yo bread young nigga
Stay off the radar duck the Feds young nigga
Money over bitches keep yo mind on yo paper
Keep a pole let it blow 'cause them niggas gon' hate ya
Get Money
Stack yo bread young nigga
Stay off the radar duck the Feds young nigga
Money over bitches keep yo mind on yo paper
Keep a pole let it blow 'cause them niggas gon' hate ya
Get Money
It's just another day in the streets of D.P.
Open my eyes hop outta bed get straight to the money
Gotta thank the Lord that I'm on this side of the fence
Not too long ago the B.O.P was my residence
Took a minute to adjust but now I'm in my bag
Like I never left this bitch and these niggas big mad
Mad 'cause in them wee hours they can't find they bitch
Mad because they see my stride bound to have me rich
Hustle circles around these niggas like they standin' still
Came home passed them up like they standin' still
Play a game of tag nigga guess who's it
Timeless Entertainment mutha fucka we the shit
Get Money
Stack yo bread young nigga
Stay off the radar duck the Feds young nigga
Money over bitches keep yo mind on yo paper
Keep a pole let it blow 'cause them niggas gon' hate ya
Get Money
Stack yo bread young nigga
Stay off the radar duck the Feds young nigga
Money over bitches keep yo mind on yo paper
Keep a pole let it blow 'cause them niggas gon' hate ya
Get Money
Hate, jealousy and envy come wit the bag
Cross the wrong niggas end up wit a toe tag
'Cause I'm laid back and humble don't get it confused
Play wit them dues risk it all like I ain't got nothin' to lose
Ain't got shit to prove my resume speaks for it's self
And I ain't never fell back and left a strap on the shelf
Long as I'm in the game all rules apply
If that fool don't know the rules than that fool gon' die
Better keep a strap nigga if you're servin'
Off the curb or out ya Suburban
The jackboys out here they plottin' they lurkin'
Rather caught wit it than without it 'cause they murkin'
Get Money
Stack ya bread young nigga
Stay off the radar duck the Feds young nigga
Money over bitches keep ya mind on ya paper
Keep a pole let it blow 'cause them niggas gon' hate ya
Get Money
Stack yo bread young nigga
Stay off the radar duck the Feds young nigga
Money over bitches keep ya mind on ya paper
Keep a pole let it blow 'cause them niggas gon' hate ya
Get Money
Stack yo bread young nigga
Stay off the radar duck the Feds young nigga
Money over bitches keep yo mind on yo paper
Keep a pole let it blow 'cause them niggas gon' hate ya
Get Money
Stack yo bread young nigga
Stay off the radar duck the Feds young nigga
Money over bitches keep yo mind on yo paper
Keep a pole let it blow 'cause them niggas gon' hate ya
Get Money
It's just another day in the streets of D.P.
Open my eyes hop outta bed get straight to the money
Gotta thank the Lord that I'm on this side of the fence
Not too long ago the B.O.P was my residence
Took a minute to adjust but now I'm in my bag
Like I never left this bitch and these niggas big mad
Mad 'cause in them wee hours they can't find they bitch
Mad because they see my stride bound to have me rich
Hustle circles around these niggas like they standin' still
Came home passed them up like they standin' still
Play a game of tag nigga guess who's it
Timeless Entertainment mutha fucka we the shit
Get Money
Stack yo bread young nigga
Stay off the radar duck the Feds young nigga
Money over bitches keep yo mind on yo paper
Keep a pole let it blow 'cause them niggas gon' hate ya
Get Money
Stack yo bread young nigga
Stay off the radar duck the Feds young nigga
Money over bitches keep yo mind on yo paper
Keep a pole let it blow 'cause them niggas gon' hate ya
Get Money
Hate, jealousy and envy come wit the bag
Cross the wrong niggas end up wit a toe tag
'Cause I'm laid back and humble don't get it confused
Play wit them dues risk it all like I ain't got nothin' to lose
Ain't got shit to prove my resume speaks for it's self
And I ain't never fell back and left a strap on the shelf
Long as I'm in the game all rules apply
If that fool don't know the rules than that fool gon' die
Better keep a strap nigga if you're servin'
Off the curb or out ya Suburban
The jackboys out here they plottin' they lurkin'
Rather caught wit it than without it 'cause they murkin'
Get Money
Stack ya bread young nigga
Stay off the radar duck the Feds young nigga
Money over bitches keep ya mind on ya paper
Keep a pole let it blow 'cause them niggas gon' hate ya
Get Money
Stack yo bread young nigga
Stay off the radar duck the Feds young nigga
Money over bitches keep ya mind on ya paper
Keep a pole let it blow 'cause them niggas gon' hate ya
Get Money
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Writer(s): Delmont Thomas
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