Yeah just another day
I'm stacking my money up
I'm getting my money up
I'm stacking my money up
I'm getting my money up
Just another day
You don't know nothing bout money
You don't know nothing bout money
You never even seen it, no
You don't know nothing bout money
You ain't never seen it. You ain't never touch
I'm getting my money up
I'm stacking my money up
Too many broke days
Too many cold days
I'm switching it up. I'm switching my swag
I really want nothing. I just want a bag
My bitch is like Michael. I know that she bad
(Fuck these niggas talking about man)
I swear I just want money man
I don't give a fuck bout none of that other shit
I just want money
I don't give a fuck bout none of these niggas
I don't give a fuck bout none of these bitches
(What these niggas talking about for real)
Just give me my racks
Just give me my cash
Just give me my bag, yeah
My bitch is like Michael I know that she bad, yeah
They thought that we chilling but we coming back, yeah
Too many broke days. Too many cold days
Used to sit at the crib like the whole day
Fucking bitches, I'm just in my hoe phase
Now we reminiscing bout the old days
I can't cry bout a bitch that's the old Tay
If I can't get it. Get it another way
Big shit poppin yeah big shit poppin'
Rubbing that booty like pottery
Getting that money like lottery
I don't see nobody stopping me
I only see money. I only see women in love with me
Just give me my racks
Just give me my cash
Just give me my bag, yeah
My bitch is like Michael I know that she bad, yeah
They thought that we chilling but we coming back, yeah
They thought that we chilling but we coming back, yeah
Yeah we coming back, yeah
They thought that we chilling but we coming back, yeah
Yeah we coming back, yeah