Money On Top Of Money

Lyrics

[Intro] DJ Durel, give 'em hell All this money man I don't know what to do wit' it Just money stacked on top of money Money stacked on more top of money It's just, it's just endless, I don't know [Chorus] Money stacked on top of money Money stacked on top of money Money stacked on top of money Money stacked on top of money (ooh) Money stacked on top of money Money stacked on top of money Money stacked on top of money Money stacked on top of money They done gave the wrong young nigga money Money stacked on top of money Money stacked on top of money Money stacked on top of money Money stacked on top of money Money stacked on top of money [Verse 1] Money stacked on top of money, gotta split it wit' my brothers I'm taking off like a space shuttle Never lookin' down the money my lover, the money bought my diamond wet like a puddle Gotta watch your back, they all undercover Keep my rocket on me just for my muscle Gettin' money stacked on top of money is my hustle Fuckin' these bitches all they want is money, shootin' at you if you actin' funny Extendo clip, bought it or you scared like a toddler Money on top of money, that stuff never a problem I work for my shit, I started straight from the bottom You really don't wanna get into these problems Bump in this chopper, it sound like an old Impala Fuckin' these bitches they lookin' just like models I'm the plug I can get you to [?], you flexin' nigga so just stop it Take your wrist no matter what the cost, walkin' around with the bypass like a boss We runnin' 'round catchin' plays like Randy Moss Somebody stoled your money, you took a loss You can not blame nobody, that is your fault I'm runnin' to the money like Marshall Faulk These niggas actin' like these bitches puttin' stack on top of money (but all they do is talk) [Chorus] Money stacked on top of money Money stacked on top of money Money stacked on top of money Money stacked on top of money (ooh) Money stacked on top of money Money stacked on top of money Money stacked on top of money Money stacked on top of money They done gave the wrong young nigga money Money stacked on top of money Money stacked on top of money Money stacked on top of money Money stacked on top of money Money stacked on top of money [Verse 2] Fuck up countin' money nigga, we count this money wit' our hand Hundred thousand racks up in the band, so much cash I wave the money like a fan Dolla signs up in my eyes, I can't see nobody hatin' because the money got me blind Chasin' the check no matter what the time, you funny nigga you should be on the Vine Shit I carry the 9, or carry the chopper I'm goin' hard in the paint, call me Flocka Your girl in my bed, she call me big poppa Got dreadheads around me, we call them Rick [?] Bullets gone have you lipped just like some pasta Niggas claimin' Migos but they imposters 21 shots for you if you try to stop us, was it you, who the best? Try to rock with us [Chorus] Money stacked on top of money Money stacked on top of money Money stacked on top of money Money stacked on top of money (ooh) Money stacked on top of money Money stacked on top of money Money stacked on top of money Money stacked on top of money They done gave the wrong young nigga money Money stacked on top of money Money stacked on top of money Money stacked on top of money Money stacked on top of money Money stacked on top of money