作曲:Rod Wave
作词:Rod Wave
Get a bag jet
Show your ** for the times you ain't had **
Get that cash jet get that money
Talking fifties twenties hundreds go dummy
You don't owe a ** nothing
Keep on grinding turn nothing to something
Get that money turn nothing to something
Keep on hustling forever road running
Forever road running huh
Stack that cheddar better know the crackers coming huh
Don't you ever let up jigo get that money huh
Talking fifties twenties hundreds uh
Heard you on the blowing block and you selling rock
Better keep your weapon copped
Before you get your melon popped popped
Better focus on that cheddar don't you ever stop
Give it rent and tellwith lil chris
He got a brand new glock
Now that's a true story he just bought a forty
Remember back when i was broke
The ** would ignore me
And i be running up that ** so all the hoes adore me
They wouldn't put me at no shows cause i was a shorty
Now when they called me to book me they can't afford me
They used to overlook me felt like iwas important
Now i ball like a solo robert horry
Now i ball like a solo robert horry yeah
Bag chick
Show your ** for the times you ain't had **
Get that cash g get that money
Talking fifties
Twenties hundreds go dummy
You don't owe a ** nothing
Keep on grinding turn nothing to something get
That money turn nothing to something
Keep on hustling forever road running
Got a bag so they hate you
Talking bout you
Running up on wet **
We thank kit finessing all you crab
Dummies quick to pull the prank jit
Ayy i'm quick to pull the prank jit
I was on that catch up so whoop leave a stain **
My ** lost his membrane his roof on some tank **
Damn belly nine why you always on some crank **
This a push to start ain't no key when i crank it
Telling you way they on the way
But they see sit my **
He then dove up in that water in the d
A walking alligator
This look coast and it cost me my shooters
They ain't worldbout no price
They gone off from
Eight money make the world go round
I bet that bad put your ** in the ground
Come on yeah yeah