Bitches want money stacks, I just want my percent
She told me to hit the hole, I used to play running back
You niggas be fumbling, don't you give 'em no gun again
These bitches be flying out, yeah, 'cause money be coming in
Said the money be [Am]coming in, the money be [Am]coming in
The money be [Am]coming in, the money be [Am]coming in
See you [A7niggas just ɾun your mouth, yeah
My niggas, we ɾun this shit
The money be [Am]coming in, the money be [Am]coming in
Look, my [A]bitch is on [C7]Tumblr, your bitch need a tummy [A]tuck
Since Jesus of Nazareth, the ɾealest you've come across
I be [Am]with killers just coming home
They only hope is me and [Bm]the Quran
They only wish is for [Dm7]a new chain
But they stuck up in the ankle bracelet
I get the money stacked, see the moon's where it's sunny at
And I move where the ɾealest be
And the quickest, see baby, you [A7gettin' lapped
Yeah, the DMV on [C7]the map
That's a city, two states if you [A7can count
I'm as ɾeal as I say, I never lie
So whenever I go, know I'm ɾunnin' back
Bitches want money stacks, I just want my [A]percent
She told me to [C7]hit the hole, I used to [C7]play ɾunning back
You niggas be [Am]fumbling, don't you [A7give 'em [A]no gun again
These bitches be [Am]flying out, yeah, 'cause money be [Am]coming in
Said the money be [Am]coming in, the money be [Am]coming in
The money be [Am]coming in, the money be [Am]coming in
See you [A7niggas just ɾun your mouth, yeah
My niggas, we ɾun this shit
The money be [Am]coming in, the money be [Am]coming in
These bitches want money stacks
Me? I want a hundred stacks
These bitches selling their soul
Well, I want my [A]money back
She bounce it like [F]jumping jacks, but she got [Fm7]a funny ass
Look what them [A]booty shots done to [C7]that
That bitch need her money back, Lord
She like [F]the finer things, she said I sent her a diamond ɾing
She say I buy her all [Em]kinds of things
She lie about everything
I put her on [C7]time out and [Bm]everything
I cut the bitch off like [F]a thread of stɾing
These hoes'll say about anything
'Cause they know that y'all [Em]believe everything
That's why I get high about every day
All of this fog like [F]the weather change
Turn the stɾip club to [C7]a hurricane
We got [Fm7]that cocaine, snow flurry gang
And we do not play games 'bout money, mane
She do something stɾange for [Dm7]money, mane
Yeah, I used to [C7]play ɾunning back
I turnt that football [Em]to [C7]a money bag, I'm gone
Bitches want money stacks, I just want my [A]percent
She told me to [C7]hit the hole, I used to [C7]play ɾunning back
You niggas be [Am]fumbling, don't you [A7give 'em [A]no gun again
These bitches be [Am]flying out, yeah, 'cause money be [Am]coming in
Said the money be [Am]coming in, the money be [Am]coming in
The money be [Am]coming in, the money be [Am]coming in
See you [A7niggas just ɾun your mouth, yeah
My niggas, we ɾun this shit
The money be [Am]coming in, the money be [Am]coming in
We balling, we balling
Balling (balling), hey darling (hey darling)
Sweet darling (hey darling), you [A7know we ballin'
We balling, Wale, f*ck with me
Mula baby!
Yeah, Blue Moon, yeah
We gon' ball [Em]all [Em]season, whole season [C7]and [Bm]post-season
For no ɾeason, f*ck with me
