Hunnid Stax lyrics

by

Rick Ross


[Intro: Ab-Soul]
Money is the anthem
People treat you real nice when you got fifty dollar drawers on
(Get money, f*ck b*tches)
I'm trying man (Get it)
(f*ck b*tches, get money, get money)
Ugh! (Doeburger!)

[Verse 1: Ab-Soul]
Who gettin' that dough? (Dough)
Who gettin' that cake? (Cake)
Who gettin' that bread?
Put a ticket on your head if you can't relate ('Late)
Who gettin' that fetti? (Fetti)
Who gettin' that cheese? (Cheese)
You know I gotta eat (Eat)
You know I gotta eat! (Eat)
Who gettin' that paper? (Paper)
Who gettin' that guap? (Guap)
Who smokin' that top shelf?
Who gettin' top off top? (Top)
Ain't nothing more important than the mula (Mula)
Who gettin' them commas
Makin' mamas do Kama Sutra (Kama Sutra)
(Money is the—) Ugh, best act like you know
I'm getting them checks, I'm spendin' them checks
THC through TSA, hope my bag don't get checked
Who getting them Benjamins? Spendin' them with executive
Businessman, understand
I'm on f*ckin' tour, you on the 10-6 (Ugh!)
I'm reeling in, c—c—c—currency
Won't pass the weed but I'll pass a b*tch (Soulo)
My stock rising, you c*ck-riding
I'm splittin' clits with a money clip (Soulo)
Who gettin' that money? (Money)
Real mothaf*ckin' money (Money)
That's all I do dawg, got cashed out
Got f*cked up, then I passed out
[Chorus: Mac Miller, Ab-Soul & Schoolboy Q]
Woke up early, ki—kissed a bad b*tch
Rolled me up a blunt, then I took a p*ss (Yeah, ugh!)
Hundred million trillion motherf*cking racks, n*gga!
Can't remember what I did last night (Yeaahhh)
I'm just tryna spend a hunnid stax everyday of my life
Money is the anthem (Yeah, yeah)
Black girls in the bedroom, white girls in the bathroom
Y'all n*ggas all hypocrites, y'all know what this sh*t is all about
f*ck what I did last night (Yeah, yeah, ooh! ooh!)
I'm just tryna spend a hunnid stax everyday of my life
f*ck wit ya boy!

[Verse 2: Schoolboy Q]
Who gettin' that dough? (Dough)
Who gettin' that bread? (Bread! Yeah!)
Get money I pledge
What you mean you broke? b*tch, open them legs (Legs)
Now, let a n*gga beat (Beat)
I think I'm gon' skeet (Skeet, skeet)
You know I love cheeks (Cheeks)
You know I love cheeeeeks!
I'm high as a 'scraper ('Scraper)
I'm smokin' that guap (Guap, guap)
Who leave guns on the top shelf? Ugh!
Who keep Glocks on Glocks? (Yeah, yeah)
Ain't nothing more important than Hoover (Than the Hoover)
Who hoppin' out cars?
Unloadin' that pop-pop, YAWK-YAWK, move ya!
(Money is the—) Ugh! Yeah! Fig-Fig-Figueroa
Got a .45 right here up in my coat
You can have my ho, but don't hit my dope, yes (Yes)
I'm burning up like a Parliament (Ugh)
Off two sixteens, I’m still spending rent
You a bad b*tch, come f*ck me
Yeah, you heard it right, I said f*ck me (Yeah)
Put that on Crip, even ignorance is bliss
I love foreign tits and the clitoris (Ugh)
Beat the pus*y down like my nemesis
Make the pus*y drip like I slit her wrist, but (Yeah)
Who gettin' that money? (Money)
Real mothaf*ckin' money (Money)
That's all I do dawg, got cashed out
Bought a new b*tch and a new house like
f*ck wit ya boy!
[Chorus: Mac Miller]
Woke up early (Yeah), kissed this bad b*tch (Yeah)
Rolled me up a blunt, then I took a p*ss (Figg side!)
Hundred million trillion motherf*cking racks, n*gga!
Can't remember what I did last night
I'm just tryna spend a hunnid stax everyday of my life
Hundred million trillion motherf*cking racks, n*gga!
Money is the anthem
Black girls in the bedroom, white girls in the bathroom
Y'all n*ggas all hypocrites, y'all know what this sh*t is all about
f*ck what I did last night
I'm just tryna spend a hunnid stax everyday of my life
Hundred million trillion motherf*cking racks, n*gga!

[Outro 1]
So before we go out, what's your address?

[Outro 2: Diddy]
What? It ain't no more to it!
Soulo eatin' now!
Tell 'em Puff said so

[Produced by Kenny Beats]
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