Stak Da God - Money Callin' lyrics

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The money callin’ so I win and got it x 3

On the jillin part, I’m runnin’ of the profit

On the chain but I ain’t got it crock it

All these guts yo, but nigga need to stopin’

Know the wippis forn and my bitch inside it

It’s trippin’ and you tricking if you got it

This paper watch it, tell ‘em pick a parter

Yeah a hundred plus, come and get a soaky

Money cause so I win and got it

I will win this cheaper and I ain’t gotta card it x 2

Know the wip is form and my bitch desire

Better a hundred plus, come and get the sacky

The money callin’ when they gotta beat

Prof ain’t never was an option

On the juga time ain’t never was a profit

Never buy a shit, I pay it from my pocket

Like I do with showty, catch your body

Call my loyal, he gonna trap it like a bad habit

Dollars on tap on my fuckin’ foer

Got the money for the shit

I’mma cash out ‘em

Nigga snick, dies on ‘em and I just laugh at ‘em

Boy I’m done number like I’m math addict

Better see the car, I’mma give the nigga SPR like is an addict

They know he a star, all these rappers playin’, done on VCR

That’s a gamble rolling down, beat it all

That’s the only way, you gotta grab it back and will stay better

Hated by many man, surrounding by many how make a million off

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There’s snake in my face, my bitch is Dominican and Brazilian

Fuck her, I feel the ham

It’s the way you cannot see the guts all alive,

I’m killing the numbers

My Benjamin’s, been a thousand in this year

Now chasing bout the enemies

(Hook)

So money callin’ so I win and got it

On the jillin thun, I’ve gonna get the profit

And I will win the chain

But I ain’t got to crock it on this plug

So niggas need to stop here

You know the wipes are formed and the bitches silent

This trippin’ and they trick it if you got it

It’s paper watchin’, tell ‘em pick a pocket

Let a hundred plus and come here beat the soaky

So money callin’ so I win and got it

I will win the chain but I ain’t gotta crack it x 2

Know the wipes form and my bitch addict

Got a hundred plus, come and get on sack it

(Verse)

Money callin’ so when they got it, I’ve been boomin’ nigga seelin’ all credits

I’mma trap it, trap like like I gotta have it

I trap that bitch like a bad habbit

Turn that hundred dollars to a new appall

Turn that new appall to a brand new force

Told my baby mamma I was out here turn

Selling bricks and I was gettin’ more

I was sellin’ pounds and I was heavy ball

Find a hundred bottles and I will pop it more

I got a hundred price and now the bitches gone

Hit the bootty clap and gotta order one

Got a hundred plus, nigga pick a side kick

Gotta bunchin’ money, told ‘em pick a pocket

Gota a bunch guns, nigga shut now, rock it

Cuz I’m a God nigga, better do analogy

Treat me like I never had nothing

Turn that nothing to a bunch of somethin’

Trap buck it, have the way you wanted

Ball number had that 2 fifty

Farrell how they go all sixty

But let’s see all and there was seven hundred

Phone ringing, nigga that’s the money

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