Dinero
Shooting my shot from the opposite basket
I was Space Jamming right over you bastards
Need money stacking till I need them ladders
Judging a lot, yeah you need a gavel
Riding my dick, came with a saddle
Paving the way, hand me the gravel
Crushing this shit, tendencies of an anvil
Aim your dome, someone bring him an Advil
Hate on my process, it ain't even yours
Hating on us when you couldn't get yours
We running the city you taken them tours
Copy the plan, they covered our course
But they still listen of course
Supply the pressure, incorporate force
Young comin up from the north
Holding the torch
Light it up I need a solid gold fork
Cause I stay hungry for money in front of me
Changing the game like its alchemy
I couldn't even give em half of me
I took that dub and then I made it three
Chefing it up in a bakery
I'm taking every opportunity
Open doors, got the master key
Open doors, open sesame
Running the race, running for guap
You running for cake
You ain't got what it takes, eating them chips
I'm eating steak I took up off of yo plate
Need no debate, gon off that K?
Better than me? Elaborate
I'ma hometown hero, you from outta state
I'ma whole real G, you abbreviate
Shooting my shot from the opposite basket
I was Space Jamming right over you bastards
Need money stacking till I need them ladders
Judging a lot, yeah you need a gavel
Riding my dick, came with a saddle
Paving the way, hand me the gravel
Crushing this shit, tendencies of an anvil
Aim your dome, someone bring him an Advil
I was Space Jamming right over you bastards
Need money stacking till I need them ladders
Judging a lot, yeah you need a gavel
Riding my dick, came with a saddle
Paving the way, hand me the gravel
Crushing this shit, tendencies of an anvil
Aim your dome, someone bring him an Advil
Hate on my process, it ain't even yours
Hating on us when you couldn't get yours
We running the city you taken them tours
Copy the plan, they covered our course
But they still listen of course
Supply the pressure, incorporate force
Young comin up from the north
Holding the torch
Light it up I need a solid gold fork
Cause I stay hungry for money in front of me
Changing the game like its alchemy
I couldn't even give em half of me
I took that dub and then I made it three
Chefing it up in a bakery
I'm taking every opportunity
Open doors, got the master key
Open doors, open sesame
Running the race, running for guap
You running for cake
You ain't got what it takes, eating them chips
I'm eating steak I took up off of yo plate
Need no debate, gon off that K?
Better than me? Elaborate
I'ma hometown hero, you from outta state
I'ma whole real G, you abbreviate
Shooting my shot from the opposite basket
I was Space Jamming right over you bastards
Need money stacking till I need them ladders
Judging a lot, yeah you need a gavel
Riding my dick, came with a saddle
Paving the way, hand me the gravel
Crushing this shit, tendencies of an anvil
Aim your dome, someone bring him an Advil
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Writer(s): Jacob Surban
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