Bridge:
Whip it up, pick it up, stack it up bricks
Moving O's, doing shows, making bread quick
The grind won't stop, Until I hit the top
Got to get the cream, Got to get the crop
Got to pay the rent, I won't be content
Until I've got a whole lot of money
Hook:
Until I've got a whole lotta paper
Until I can go buy me Jamaica
Until I own a piece of the Raiders
Until my whip got the seats with the gator
I want a whole lot of money
I said I want a whole lot of money
You bitches ain't taking it from me
Because I want a whole lot of money
Verse 1:
Get me some Coke and some Henny like Jason because this one goes out to my cousin
Boy you can keep all the hundreds and fifties because all that I want is the Tubmans
I run it up run it up Faster than Harriet stay underground like a railroad
Been flipping the ounces so much I can't count it by now I done flipped a whole bale though
I trap on the beach in my shell toes
Boy want a front I said hell no
That is bad business and I am not with it so don't make me laugh I'm not Elmo
Black in the streets looking stealthy
I got to because I'm looking wealthy
Because cancer ass niggas will come for your pockets whenever your wallet is healthy
I'm higher than flyer than Pegasus
But I do not smoke on them lettuces
These niggas are green because I am the king but I just go bask in the relishes
I almost caught a few sentences
But They didn't have enough evidence
Don't come to my residence deeper than Mexicans y'all not gonna book me it's evident
Bridge:
Whip it up, pick it up, stack it up bricks
Moving O's, doing shows, making bread quick
The grind won't stop, Until I hit the top
Got to get the cream, Got to get the crop
Got to pay the rent, I won't be content
Until I've got a whole lot of money
Hook:
Until I've got a whole lotta paper
Until I can go buy me Jamaica
Until I own a piece of the Raiders
Until my whip got the seats with the gator
I want a whole lot of money
I said I want a whole lot of money
You bitches ain't taking it from me
Because I want a whole lot of money
Verse 2:
Grip the grain and then I whip the thing to go and flip the bang I think I pimped the game
Imight have clinched the game when I just spit this flame now my competition wishin that they flow was tamed
No omission recognition y'all going to know my name
I smoke the new editions y'all don't blow the same
Make the right decisions put myself in tight positions driven by my vision thank you God for the rotos aye
Get a photo with me now for its too late
Not too long until I'm living out a suitcase
On the tour bus writing fire drinking ducé
Way too caught up in the money for the juicy, who say
That I can't make a milli off my music
I'm chasing gold like 1-9-7-2 in Munich
Yeah I do it for the unit did some tunin on my tunics
I rewrote my battle plan and Ima lose it when I use it like
Bridge:
Whip it up, pick it up, stack it up bricks
Moving O's, doing shows, making bread quick
The grind won't stop, Until I hit the top
Gotta get the cream, Gotta get the crop
Gotta pay the rent, I won't be content
Until I've got a whole lot of money
Hook:
Until I've got a whole lotta paper
Until I can go buy me Jamaica
Until I own a piece of the Raiders
Until my whip got the seats with the gator
I want a whole lot of money
I said I want a whole lot of money
You bitches ain't taking it from me
Because I want a whole lot of money
