Maxo Kream - 8 Figures lyrics

DA got that dope

When you get some money
Whatchu 'gon do with it?
Put the money up, or act a fool with it
Run the money up, get rich with your clique
Or fuck the money up
Trickle off on the bitch
You should put the money up, go stack it, huh
Double up, commas and brackets
Grown man on Instagram cappin'
Hold them bands but he not payin' taxes

You ain't really makin' money 'til
You make eight figures everybody want a bag
But they won't go get it
Tryna make fast money
But they fuck it up quicker
You ain't really gettin' money 'til
You make eight figures
When the feds caught my dad
Only had one million
Should've had nine more
Put up in the ceilin'
Everybody want a bag, nobody wanna work
All the niggas wanna trap
All the girls wanna twerk
Everybody act hard, 'til somebody get hurt
Yeah, it broke his mama heart
When they put him on a shirt
Put the bag on your head
Then they put you in the dirt
Put a price on your top
What your life really worth?
Tryna get fast cash just to
Fuck it up quicker
You ain't really got cash 'til
You got eight figures

I been gettin' street money ever
Since I was little
Seen niggas at the store sellin' dope
Drug dealers
Seen niggas checkin' hoes on the stroll
They was pimps seen my bro kick a door
Then I saw a little kid in
Gotta get it how you can
I'm just tryna make a livin'
Seen my daddy do a scam
Came back with a million
Then they shot him in the hand
Fuck nigga tried to kill him
Seen that nigga lose everything he have
Shootin' dice ran off on the plug
Ain't doing things twice
Same nigga caught a slug
Had to pay with his life
Everybody so cool, everybody got a tool
Everybody go to school, nobody doin' work
Everybody want a bag, everybody wanna rap
All the niggas wanna trap
All the hoes wanna twerk

When you get the bag
Whatchu gonna do with it?
Put the money up, or act a fool with it
Run the money up, get rich with your clique
Or fuck the money up, go trick on a bitch
You should put the money up, go stack it
Double up, commas and brackets
Grown man on Instagram cappin'
Hold them bands but he not payin' taxes

Ain't really makin' money 'til
You make eight figures everybody want a bag
But they won't go get it
Tryna make fast money
But they fuck it up quicker
You ain't really gettin' money 'til
You make eight figures
When the feds caught my dad
Only had one million
Should've had nine more
Put up in the ceiling
Everybody want a bag, nobody wanna work
All the niggas wanna trap
All the girls wanna twerk
Everybody act hard, 'til somebody get hurt
Yeah it broke his mama heart
When they put him on a shirt
Put the bag on your head
Then they put you in the dirt
Put a price on your top
What your life really worth?
Tryna get fast cash just to
Fuck it up quicker
You ain't really got cash 'til
You got eight figures

When you get the bag
Whatchu gonna do with it?
Put the money up, or act a fool with it
Run the money up, get rich with your clique
Or fuck the money up, go trick on a bitch
You should put the money up, go stack it
Double up, commas and brackets
I'ma go flood out my neck
Bust down a Rollie and ice a Patek
Fuck up a check

What the fuck you expect?
I got cash on deck, thumbin' through checks
In the back of the 'Bach, huh
Hoppin' out, racks on racks
Hi Tech red, don't really sip Act', huh
Hoppin' on the jet with a TEC, huh
Mac in my lap
Hoppin' out the PJ, straps on straps
Jumpman bread flip a check like Mike, huh
Prestos, Off White Mike
Jumpman bread flip a check like Mike, huh
Prestos, Off White Mikes, huh
Check had no chance like I'm Yeezy
Had to go earn my stripes
I'ma go flood out my neck
Bust down a Rollie and ice a Patek
Fuck up a check

Cash on deck thumbin' through stacks in the
Back of the 'Bach fuck it up at Neiman's
I'ma act an ass up in Saks
Hoppin' out, racks on racks
(Diamond water baguettes) cash on deck
Thumbin' through stacks in the
Back of the 'Bach fuck it up at Neiman's
I'ma act an ass up in Saks
Hoppin' out, racks on racks
(I'ma fuck up a check)

When you get the money
Whatchu 'gon do with it?
Put the money up, or act a fool with it
Run the money up, get rich with your clique
Or fuck the money up, go trick on the bitch
You should put the money up, go stack it, huh
Double up, commas and fractions
I'ma go flood out my neck
Bust down a Rollie and ice a Patek
Fuck up a check

What the fuck you expect?
I got cash on deck, thumbin' through checks
In the back of the 'Bach, huh
Hoppin' out, racks on racks
Hi Tech red, don't really sip Act', huh
Hoppin' on the jet with a TEC, huh
Mac in my lap
Hoppin' out the PJ, straps on straps
Jumpman bread flip a check like Mike, huh
Prestos, Off White Mike
Jumpman bread flip a check like Mike, huh
Prestos, Off White Mikes, huh
Check had no chance like I'm Yeezy
Had to go earn my stripes
I'ma go flood out my neck
Bust down a Rollie and ice a Patek
Fuck up a check