Bamborghini$tack$
Give a Fk about the fakes
I'm just in it for the cash
DiBiase money bags, Scuse a na as he laughs
(Ha Ha Ha!)
Damn
Aye
Some niggas made to create
Some nas made to just hate
Still can't differentiate
But ima get it either way
Tell em get up on they weight
Lappin' ns round the way
Tell em pick up on the pace
Or they should get up out the way
Give a fk about the fakes
I'm just in it for the cash
DiBiase money bags
Scuse a nigga for his swag
Keep my foot up on they necks And keep my foot up on the gas
Turbo drippin on they ass
As I trickle my pizzazz
Bino been off of this, Fk you and all your accomplishments
Bino might flop a bch, Droppin' shit like I'm Stoyokovich
Max we got another one?
One hit out the park when he toss the pitch?
Compute but can't stop the glitch We viral yeah we need acknowledgement
Niggas is mad yeah
See they faces and they mad yeah (Yeah Yeah!)
These niggas is mad yeah
See they they faces and they mad
I don't need no introduction it's Ya boy Mr. Stacks
You nas be spewin a lot
But I think you missed your facts
Your girl gettin under my skin You should come and get her back
That shorty pop it for a light Skin
She treat a brotha like he crack
She always needin a fix
Shorty be fiendin' for pipe
Aint it some shit
She lit off the strength of my
Dick
And because I be treatin her right
St is a shame
These niggas be servin it lame
She only hit me to smash because of my lane
She knows that it's ended in fame Gold diggin me straight to the
Cash
(Yeah!)
I'm just in it for the cash
DiBiase money bags, Scuse a na as he laughs
(Ha Ha Ha!)
Damn
Aye
Some niggas made to create
Some nas made to just hate
Still can't differentiate
But ima get it either way
Tell em get up on they weight
Lappin' ns round the way
Tell em pick up on the pace
Or they should get up out the way
Give a fk about the fakes
I'm just in it for the cash
DiBiase money bags
Scuse a nigga for his swag
Keep my foot up on they necks And keep my foot up on the gas
Turbo drippin on they ass
As I trickle my pizzazz
Bino been off of this, Fk you and all your accomplishments
Bino might flop a bch, Droppin' shit like I'm Stoyokovich
Max we got another one?
One hit out the park when he toss the pitch?
Compute but can't stop the glitch We viral yeah we need acknowledgement
Niggas is mad yeah
See they faces and they mad yeah (Yeah Yeah!)
These niggas is mad yeah
See they they faces and they mad
I don't need no introduction it's Ya boy Mr. Stacks
You nas be spewin a lot
But I think you missed your facts
Your girl gettin under my skin You should come and get her back
That shorty pop it for a light Skin
She treat a brotha like he crack
She always needin a fix
Shorty be fiendin' for pipe
Aint it some shit
She lit off the strength of my
Dick
And because I be treatin her right
St is a shame
These niggas be servin it lame
She only hit me to smash because of my lane
She knows that it's ended in fame Gold diggin me straight to the
Cash
(Yeah!)
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Writer(s): Darius Durham
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