Yo
Bando Jonez, you know we got you
This one's for the hustlers (Leggo)
To my get money ****
Get money bitches, yeah
Young Rich ****
Stackin' all of my dough
Designer tag on our jeans and all of our clothes
Wherever I go my cup stay full of lean
Me and my team chasin' this dough
Their present is we countin' like accountants on the floor
Stack it up, forty billion Benjamin's that I want
Designer tag on our jeans and all of our clothes
Wherever I go my cup stay full of lean
Me and my team chasin' this dough
Their present is we countin' like accountants on the floor
Stackin' all the money, yeah
Stack it up, my team got wrecked with her
Him back with her like seatbelt, keep strap with her
Your boy stay fresh as fuck
VVS the cut, yeah, my diamond accurate
Trap boys been backin' them
Lil' Cory, I been drivin' foreign whips, still taking foreign trips
My story as a child, they know that I stay grindin'
Inner city, Oakland city where you'd probably find him
Yeah, I'm all about my paper priceless like a diamond
In the dirt, but they done washed me off, so now I'm blindin'
Yeah, yeah
Stackin' all of my dough
Designer tag on our jeans and all of our clothes
Wherever I go my cup stay full of lean
Me and my team chasin' this dough
Dead presidents we countin' like accountants on the floor
Stack it up, forty billion Benjamins that I want
Designer tag on our jeans and all of our clothes
Wherever I go my cup stay full of lean
Me and my team chasin' this dough
Dead presidents we countin' like accountants on the floor
Stackin' all our money, yeah
I'm stackin' my money
I'm grindin', I'm hungry
Takin' a trip to Bahamas
Where was you when I was robbin' for hunnids?
Cheetah Giuseppe, I'm walkin' Jumanji
They takin' my formula, no, you ain't cloning me
I climbed the mountain, but I don't got wings on me
I'll be runnin' a brick O, ten a key
And we got rich, you know that's a miracle
Double X-L, they askin' for interviews
Trapper turned rapper, so now I'm a artist
I'll run to the money, but I am not Forest
Cavalli, Versace, got silk on my bodies
Spanish bitch, her name is Rosci
I put her on Roxy's, she callin' me papi
She gon' bring her lil friend, we gon' run 'round the lobby
You wanna ride passenger seat in the Audi
You wanna ride passenger seat in Bugatti
You wanted them heels with the red on the bottom
I'm at the top, but started from the bottom
And I done came a long, long way
That bitch, she wasn't fuckin' with me
When I didn't have shit
Made it, I'm rich, get the fuck out my face
I told 'em that I was a rapper, man, they didn't believe me
I told that ho she gon' need me, she didn't believe me
So, my ****, they stayed down with me in the bando
They know we started from the ground, it's Quality Control
First time I hit my lick, TakeOff and Offset, big countin' OC
Mama always told us to pay the damn rent
Wake up in the morning, gotta hit another lick
Now, I ain't gon' lie, young ****, I was scared
You can take a whole crumb, but I want a loaf of bread
**** always fought, never really tote a tool
Till I got my due 'fore I dropped outta high school
Stackin' all of my cheese
Stackin' all of my dough, baby, I'm stackin' all of my cheese
Ooh-ooh
Forty billion Benjamins, that I want
B-Benjamins that I want
Forty billion Benjamins, that I want
B-Benjamins that I want
Towels on the floors
Stackin' all of the money, yeah
Stackin' all my money, yeah
Said, they I'll
Yeah, I'm stackin' all of my dough
Designer tag on my jeans and all of our clothes
Wherever I go my cup stay full of lean
Me and my team chasin' this dough
Dead presidents we countin' like accountants on the floor
Stack it up, forty billion Benjamin's that I want
Designer tag on my jeans and all of our clothes
Wherever I go my cup stay full of lean
Me and my team chasin' this dough
Dead presidents we countin' like accountants on the floor
Stackin' all the money, man
Ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh

Writer(s): Takeoff, Offset, Quavo, Bando Jonez.