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Lyrics

[Intro] (Greatness Jones) [Verse 1] They say I'm amazing, I just do it like it's regular Now I've got these A&Rs and niggas on my cellular You ain't gotta say it, you already know I'm winning, bitch On the road to riches, so much bookings I can't count that shit Ride in rotation, I'm never waiting, I be percolating I'm talking money to these bitches, I'm the conversation The blueprint on my Js—I'mma rock the nation I'm the fucking best, yeah I'm the best—there ain't no debating Game is for the taking, you ain't gotta give it to me Be watching all my movements, now these bitches moving shifty I'm a big fish, a Dolphin—you're a little Pickney Europe, UAE and U.S.; fuck up any city Uh, I'm busy getting a tan, get me a couple of cans If you try fuck up my plans; gettin' these hands Busting out the ban, riding, do it for the gang Do it for the fam, do it for the fans, ride for me; Stan I don't ever slack, all I spit is crack Run it back, flip a pack, putting Wooly on the map Fucking proud and I'm Black, shit is magic, that's a fact Get the message, fuck a fax, run it up to the max I don't ever front, I can do whatever I want I might go to Church today then tomorrow hit cunch And I've got a couple girls, but I don't need a bunch We ain't gotta pop a billi', we just pull up and we stunt, aye [Chorus] Make it clap, fuck it up, throw it back Get that money, watch it stack, make it flip, run it back, aye Make it clap, fuck it up, throw it back Get that money, watch it stack, make it flip, run it back, aye Make it clap, fuck it up, throw it back Get that money, watch it stack, make it flip, run it back, aye Make it clap, fuck it up, throw it back Get that money, watch it stack, make it flip, run it back, aye [Verse 2] Baby, I'm a boss on my job, I don't ever lack You ain't got no balls, plus you wack—you can get the sack Got a vegan nigga, still he eat the pussy, kill the cat And I'll kill a rat, plotting on my cheese in the trap All I do is show and prove, Honey I don't ever lose In the Stu, while you snooze, getting high, on the booze South Berm in the blue, you might see me cutting through With my darg, maybe two, swag cold, got the flu Eenie meenie miney mo, catch a nigga on his toes If he got no loyalty for me, I have to let him go Oh, you got some side bitches—please, don't make me smack a hoe You need to be saving money before you be saving those I'm busy getting the bag, you don't wanna get me mad More money—fab, run along, slag Said they looking for the baddest bitch, well, I'm it, bitch, tag Blow a bag, pop a tag, grab a bite, then I order me a cab Ooh, ooh, I need me a car, boy, you're messing with a star Chilling out in Budapest with Char, thinking I'mma go far Don't compare me to her, sorry, nah, that's a par I graft and I grind, success on my mind Coming from the slum, never been a bum On the block, going dumb, you know I already won Do it all for my mum and I only just begun Need a lump and a sum, fuck it up just for fun, aye! [Chorus] Make it clap, fuck it up, throw it back Get that money, watch it stack, make it flip, run it back, aye Make it clap, fuck it up, throw it back Get that money, watch it stack, make it flip, run it back, aye Make it clap, fuck it up, throw it back Get that money, watch it stack, make it flip, run it back, aye Make it clap, fuck it up, throw it back Get that money, watch it stack, make it flip, run it back, aye [Outro] (Greatness Jones)