Gorilla Zoe - Money Up lyrics
[Gorilla Zoe - Money Up lyrics]
I gotta run my money up
Shorty stack your money up
I gotta stack that paper up, so we can have
Plenty hoes, plenty dough, plenty drank
Plenty smoke ballin all day and I ain't mad
I just gotta get mo' bring your money up
(HEY') Bring your paper up (HOE')
What we stackin
(DOUGH') What we stackin (DOUGH')
So we can have
Plenty hoes, plenty dough, plenty drank
Plenty smoke ballin all day and I ain't mad
I just gotta get dough
I'm talkin dedication, talkin motivation
Talkin inspiration, talkin money chasin
Talkin paper chasin, taught we got to get it
Sittin back waitin on somethin man
I ain't with it you niggas bumpin your gums
That talkin better kill it
I'm sendin a real message yes homey
I hope you get it
You little head bouncers with
Them two big fitteds
Fuck him pop! Man we runnin up our digit's
Ha ha ha'! We got the keys to the city
The West coast, down South and New York City
You pussy niggas silly! I
Know you feelin shitty
You think that we gon' stop
Now and show some pity?
Yeah I'm smellin myself! I'm
Smellin like money
Jefferson, Jackson, Ben Frank money!
Old school, new school, big bank money
You muh'fuckers so funny'!
I keep a big pistol, who the fuck want it?
Niggas still talkin? WHO THE FUCK DONE IT!
Niggas sendin threats man who the fuck comin?
Ain't no pussies over here
Nigga ain't nobody runnin!
Now - back to the message at hand
I'm talkin get money, Africa and Japan
Germany, Australia, France and Berlin
Hood niggas everywhere
We get to the money man
Fuck metaphors, gettin all philosophical
Rap shit is easy
Y'all make this shit an obstacle
This is basic training, show you the ropes
Man this music is a product
It's just like dope
First of all get your own hustle
Don't watch mine
We all spit game, mine just happen to rhyme
Second of all stay prayed up
And stay on your grind
And when your opportunity come
Be ready to shine
Shorty stack your money up
I gotta stack that paper up, so we can have
Plenty hoes, plenty dough, plenty drank
Plenty smoke ballin all day and I ain't mad
I just gotta get mo' bring your money up
(HEY') Bring your paper up (HOE')
What we stackin
(DOUGH') What we stackin (DOUGH')
So we can have
Plenty hoes, plenty dough, plenty drank
Plenty smoke ballin all day and I ain't mad
I just gotta get dough
I'm talkin dedication, talkin motivation
Talkin inspiration, talkin money chasin
Talkin paper chasin, taught we got to get it
Sittin back waitin on somethin man
I ain't with it you niggas bumpin your gums
That talkin better kill it
I'm sendin a real message yes homey
I hope you get it
You little head bouncers with
Them two big fitteds
Fuck him pop! Man we runnin up our digit's
Ha ha ha'! We got the keys to the city
The West coast, down South and New York City
You pussy niggas silly! I
Know you feelin shitty
You think that we gon' stop
Now and show some pity?
Yeah I'm smellin myself! I'm
Smellin like money
Jefferson, Jackson, Ben Frank money!
Old school, new school, big bank money
You muh'fuckers so funny'!
I keep a big pistol, who the fuck want it?
Niggas still talkin? WHO THE FUCK DONE IT!
Niggas sendin threats man who the fuck comin?
Ain't no pussies over here
Nigga ain't nobody runnin!
Now - back to the message at hand
I'm talkin get money, Africa and Japan
Germany, Australia, France and Berlin
Hood niggas everywhere
We get to the money man
Fuck metaphors, gettin all philosophical
Rap shit is easy
Y'all make this shit an obstacle
This is basic training, show you the ropes
Man this music is a product
It's just like dope
First of all get your own hustle
Don't watch mine
We all spit game, mine just happen to rhyme
Second of all stay prayed up
And stay on your grind
And when your opportunity come
Be ready to shine