Alright
Yeah
The most incredible baby, aha
(Yeah, leggo) yeah
As long as I chase this bag
I'm finna tell ya I'ma be alright
(I'ma be alright)
You know I keep them racks in the stash
Ain't finna touch it 'til that bitch stack high (stack high)
Ain't never 'bout that bullshit, no
It ain't never 'bout that bullshit, no
I'm just tryna make this money, tryna cake this money
Never break this money, you can't take shit from me, no
Came up off a beat and hit the homies up
I need an ounce, a couple thotties, and a party bus
Draymond Green in the stash, feel like a warrior
My son move the rock like Nash and skip the story-ia
Finna take it back to the loud sonic that Sean Kemp
Mackin' in the Benno like A&R's the endorsement
Foreign, I'm explorin' these euros
And be a rap pockets churro
Know how to act but no hero
I'm Russell West' with the zero
Haitian, Dominican, Cuban, the link (that's right)
I'm blowing they minds, detonating your life on my time
They pray for the plug, gravitating my chat like a shrine
I'm ducking the Feds I always keep my eyes on them spies
(And that's just facts)
These ratchet hoes got they eyes on my watch
Thinkin' it's times for trickin' but this bag full of chicken
Niggas be switchin' I keep a steady hand in the kitchen (facts)
Play your position and maybe you can see how I'm living, yeah
As long as I chase this bag
I'm finna tell ya I'ma be alright (alright)
You know I keep them racks in the stash
Ain't finna touch it 'til that bitch stack high
Ain't never 'bout that bullshit, no
It ain't never 'bout that bullshit, no
I'm just tryna make this money, tryna cake this money
Never break this money, you can't take shit from me, no
Coming up was rough and you wasn't fucking with me
Now I'm 'bout to bring it back like Nate Dogg and Warren G (facts)
Why these hoes up in my face when I pull out that bag?
(Why they doing that?)
They should not be trying me (don't be trying me)
Nothing in the world comes free, yeah (hell nah)
My money graduated from wealth to the heavyweights
The money had to make it for pops and my brother J
I'm super positive my negatives gon' fade away
It's my prerogative to get it each and every day
Snitches on the block they caught 'em niggas two-tone
Big Zo hit the block we trap 'em by the group home
I got my ears on the streets and my ass off the phone
If it ain't 'bout that money bitch
Leave me alone, yeah (c'mon)
As long as I chase this bag
I'm finna tell ya I'ma be alright (alright)
You know I keep them racks in the stash
Ain't finna touch it 'til that bitch stack high
Ain't never 'bout that bullshit, no
It ain't never 'bout that bullshit, no
I'm just tryna make this money, tryna cake this money
Never break this money, you can't take shit from me, no
Writer/s: Michel Laforest
