Act 1
Get to the bag
I make scores like the Greek freak
I got the money on me
Hundo so fly like I got me some wings
I got the drip that shit runny on me
I can't go broke, ain't no funding from me
I'm just going to get to the bag, ain't no cappin'
I beat up the game, but I'm not Michael Jackson
Straight to the top, niggas see me in action
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Stack up some licks on the backend
Run it up, like I just bought me some track pants
Put in some work, we don't leave it to no chance
Moving some work, and I push it with both hands
Taking from me, hoe I can't let it happen
Mo' stacking
I run it up and my pockets keep adding
Try play with me, ending stories so tragic
I'm killing shit, and that's just automatic
I stay with bars, I'm not talking indictments
Right off the top, heat it up like it's fire
Get it both ways, moving pack like the wire
Didn't come to play, hoe, I'm snatching like Deebo
I can't miss a hit, I'm not Shaq at the free throw
Hit up some licks, like I'm tapping in cheat codes
Play I'mma set it; like Smith & Latifah
Up in the sky, nigga high like an Eagle
Like I got some tickets I'm balling all season
Light up the spot, it's too hot, like illegal
Dive in that money, get lost like I'm Nemo
You niggas can't find me, up top with my peoples
Ain't got time for grimy
Ain't got time for sheisty
Just run up some bucks, and I don't give a fuck
But I gotta get right with my cash. I stay checked like it's Nike
Fuck some shit up, start it up like a riot
Get to the bag
I make scores like the Greek freak
I got the money on me
Hundo so fly like I got me some wings
I got the drip that shit runny on me
I can't go broke, ain't no funding from me
I'm just going to get to the bag, ain't no cappin'
I beat up the game, but I'm not Michael Jackson
Straight to the top, niggas see me in action
No Caption
Stack up some licks on the backend
Run it up, like I just bought me some track pants
Put in some work, we don't leave it to no chance
Moving some work, and I push it with both hands
Taking from me, hoe I can't let it happen
Mo' stacking
I run it up and my pockets keep adding
Try play with me, ending stories so tragic
I'm killing shit, and that's just automatic
I make scores like the Greek freak
I got the money on me
Hundo so fly like I got me some wings
I got the drip that shit runny on me
I can't go broke, ain't no funding from me
I'm just going to get to the bag, ain't no cappin'
I beat up the game, but I'm not Michael Jackson
Straight to the top, niggas see me in action
No Caption
Stack up some licks on the backend
Run it up, like I just bought me some track pants
Put in some work, we don't leave it to no chance
Moving some work, and I push it with both hands
Taking from me, hoe I can't let it happen
Mo' stacking
I run it up and my pockets keep adding
Try play with me, ending stories so tragic
I'm killing shit, and that's just automatic
I stay with bars, I'm not talking indictments
Right off the top, heat it up like it's fire
Get it both ways, moving pack like the wire
Didn't come to play, hoe, I'm snatching like Deebo
I can't miss a hit, I'm not Shaq at the free throw
Hit up some licks, like I'm tapping in cheat codes
Play I'mma set it; like Smith & Latifah
Up in the sky, nigga high like an Eagle
Like I got some tickets I'm balling all season
Light up the spot, it's too hot, like illegal
Dive in that money, get lost like I'm Nemo
You niggas can't find me, up top with my peoples
Ain't got time for grimy
Ain't got time for sheisty
Just run up some bucks, and I don't give a fuck
But I gotta get right with my cash. I stay checked like it's Nike
Fuck some shit up, start it up like a riot
Get to the bag
I make scores like the Greek freak
I got the money on me
Hundo so fly like I got me some wings
I got the drip that shit runny on me
I can't go broke, ain't no funding from me
I'm just going to get to the bag, ain't no cappin'
I beat up the game, but I'm not Michael Jackson
Straight to the top, niggas see me in action
No Caption
Stack up some licks on the backend
Run it up, like I just bought me some track pants
Put in some work, we don't leave it to no chance
Moving some work, and I push it with both hands
Taking from me, hoe I can't let it happen
Mo' stacking
I run it up and my pockets keep adding
Try play with me, ending stories so tragic
I'm killing shit, and that's just automatic
Credits
Writer(s): Mahari Bell
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