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Ab-soul

Genres: Hip-Hop

Hunnid Stax Lyrics - Ab-soul

(Money is the anthem) 

People treat you real nice when you got fifty dollar drawers on 

I'm tryin' man 

(Fuck bitches, get money, get money) 

 

Who gettin' that dough? Who gettin' that cake? 

Who gettin' that bread? Put a ticket on your head if you can't relate 

Who gettin' that fetti? Who gettin' that chesse? 

You know I gotta eat, you know I gotta eat 

Who gettin' that paper? Who gettin' that guap? 

Who smokin' that top shelf? Who gettin' top off top? 

Ain't nothing more important than the mula 

Who gettin' them commas, makin' mamas do kama sutra 

Best act like you know, I'm gettin' them checks, I'm spendin' them checks 

THC through TSA on my back, don't get checked 

Who gettin' them Benjamins? Spendin' them with executives 

Business man, understand, I'm on fuckin' tour, you on the 10-6, I'm reelin' in 

Currency, won't pass the weed but I'll pass the bitch 

My stock risin', you cock ridin', I'm splittin' clips where the money clip 

Who gettin' that money, money? Real mothafuckin' money, money 

Saw a dude dog, got cashed out 

Got fucked up, then I passed out 

 

Woke up early, kissed this bad bitch 

Rolled me up a blunt, then I took a piss 

Can't remember what I did last night 

I'm just tryin' to spend a hunnid stax everyday of my life 

Money is the anthem 

Black girls in the bedroom, white girls in the bathroom 

Fuck what I did last night 

I'm just tryin' to spend a hunnid stax everyday of my life 

 

Who gettin' that dough? Who gettin' that bread? 

Get money I pledge, what you mean you broke bitch, open them legs 

Now let a nigga be, I think I'm gonna ski 

You know I love cheese, you know I love cheese 

I'm high as a scraper, I'm smokin' that guap 

Who leave guns on the top shelf? Who keep Glocks on Glocks? 

Ain't nothing more important than a hoova 

Who hoppin' out cars, unloadin' that pop, pop, yawk, yawk, move ya' 

Fig, Fig, Figueroa, gotta a .45 right here up in my coat 

You can have my ho but don't hit my dough 

I'm burnin' up like a parliament 

I'm 216, I'm suspendin' rent 

You a bad bitch, come fuck me 

Yeah you heard it right, I said fuck me 

Keepin' no grip, even ignorance is bliss 

I love foreign tits and her clitoris 

Beat the pussy down like my nemesis 

Make the pussy drip like I slit her wrist, but 

Who gettin' that money, money? Real mothafuckin' money, money 

Saw a dude dog, got cashed out 

Bought a new bitch and a new house like 

 

Woke up early, kissed this bad bitch 

Rolled me up a blunt, then I took a piss 

Can't remember what I did last night 

I'm just tryin' to spend a hunnid stax everyday of my life 

Money is the anthem 

Black girls in the bedroom, white girls in the bathroom 

Fuck what I did last night 

I'm just tryin' to spend a hunnid stax everyday of my life 

 

What? It ain't no more to add! Soulo eatin' now! Tell 'em Puff said so! 

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