Yea, burr, burr,
C-M-B always
[Chorus]
How come gettin' money never gets boring?
How come gettin' money never gets boring?
Baby I gotta stack, what you goin' do for it?
Then you bring it back like the motherfuckin' chorus,
Can you bring it back back back back back back back?
Can you bring it back back back back back like a motherfuckin' chorus?
Back on my set,
Tool in my hand,
Big money was the plan,
So I'm back where I started,
Back where it come from
Back where we went wit' it,
Third Ward soldier out the Phantom doing big business,
Situations sticky got the homie toting two two's,
Comin' back old school,
Did it like he want to,
Headed to the pen now he back up on the slab,
Big money of the ab,
Hundred G's in cash,
Brand new whip, old school Caddy,
The dump truck,
A stash spot,
Then came up,
It's more 1's nigga,
Versace sheets,
Serve is more money in a new fleet
[Chorus]
Bought a new Phantom,
Suede with the gators
Brand new Louis always ready to spray it,
Like father like son,
Money is a must,
These hoe's we don't trust,
Brand new trucks,
Shined every summer,
Ran wit the numbers,
Stash spot cool got a 50 piece humming
Back up on my saddle nigga hustle for my shine,
Just an ordinary nigga on a million dollar grind,
Big timer old school, new school nigga,
Is more money homie,
More money more money more money homie,
My bitches paid Cavalli shades,
Blowin' haze, everyday
[Chorus]
Flip another hundred,
Get another Hundred,
Spend another Hundred,
Burn another Hundred,
Blow another Hundred,
Fuck another Hundred,
Get big money nigga, stuntin' on a hundred,
50 whips extra clips did it for the sunshine,
Garbage bag full hard body wit' a fire line,
Flip another brick, drink a little dip,
Stunna Island nigga shinin' wit a bad bitch,
A-R nigga, riding skinny tires,
Fully loaded high when you floatin' in the sky,
Rockin' Gucci blades, ridin' triple blades,
Tatts on the face, of nigga's been paid
[Chorus]
Ran from the botton, you know
One hundred always strapped nigga
L-F-L-S
Can you bring it back?
Can you bring it back?