Verse 1:
My role models sold dope, things I never brought up
Hands too fast, 12 never caught up
Same streets, these suites where we were brought up
Men need ends, gotta get the guap up
Gotta a lot to learn
They had money earned
Til casket, urn
They got bands to burn
Holding his main in the picture
Mister
Seen as a figure
Niggas need description
Seen mad scenes with prescription
Bag gripping addiction
You tripping
If you ain't listen
He committed
What the nigga got ain’t rented
He only do talks on percentage
Money looking right before business finish
Or image diminish
Floss like a dentist
God Got a Spot at the top for the king & his empress
Seems cream is the imprint
Chorus:
Couple hundred dollars, bada bing
(Gotta stack your money high)
You don't know it rule everything
Couple thousand dollars, bada bing
(Gotta stack your money high)
You don't know it rule everything
Got a brand new whip rolling off the lot
(Hey)
Green fingers from the guap that you got
So So many bands won’t fit in your box
Whole crew made a lot
You you made a lot
Verse 2:
Debating on some Brand new Adidas that I might cop
Might need the hype, treat the price like a mic drop
When the Price drop most niggas when fights start
Got More swings than world-star fight comps
Mama wildin out
Mama sold the couch
Even Moved the fam to our dads fore she sold the house
If a nigga spazz, lockjaw with a open mouth
Everybody getting fucked up, guess niggas like Oprah now
Blacker than the night & I hate coppers
Somebody put my wallet on weight watchers
They say self made prophets
Don't make profits
Foot in the door shit, least I made progress
Niggas got more notes than a doctor
Said you need to floss up before you mob with the bosses
Wallet look proper
Mouth a show stopper
Pretty sure I bossed up
Mentally a mobster
Chorus:
Couple hundred dollars, bada bing
(Gotta stack your money high)
You don't know it rule everything
Couple thousand dollars, bada bing
(Gotta stack your money high)
You don't know it rule everything
Got a brand new whip rolling off the lot
(Hey)
Green fingers from the guap that you got
So So many bands won't fit in your box
Whole crew made a lot
You you made a lot
Verse 3:
Looking like a fool, you ain't looking for a tool
Thought it look cool making money after school
Them boys radical
All wild animals
Always got a band to blow
Said they ain't bout the show
Places that you shouldn't go
Closed minds say no
Numbers in a notebook, jotted with a pencil
If you were down, that’s at least about ten toes
High school been old
Vocab been code
How many niggas know
Recognize bidness
Never seen all the scenes that I bared witness
Maneuvers
Cause and effect, what the mood was
Saline dreams and moves like Sly Cooper
Wonder how I missed hits
A magnet for mischief
Only nigga in the room with an unfit wrist
What I did, shit
Flipped the script, little bit
Forget a little fix, you need a crucifix, little bitch
Income hella slow, dawg, you need to stress it now
Bank account looking low, dawg you need to cheque it out
Talking to the teller, only when it’s bout a set amount
Would bath in the bank just to show you what I'm talking about
Chorus:
Couple hundred dollars, bada bing
(Gotta stack your money high)
You don’t know it rule everything
Couple thousand dollars, bada bing
(Gotta stack your money high)
You don't know it rule everything
Got a brand new whip rolling off the lot
(Hey)
Green fingers from the guap that you got
So So many bands won't fit in your box
Whole crew made a lot
You you made a lot
Outro:
I ain't scared of that old money, I be chasing that new cash
White collars done stole from me, I be chasing them new bags
Little something to hold for me, nobody gone do that
Balling and it go swish, bitch! Tell me I’m going too fast
