[Chorus: Wale]
Bitches want money stacks, I just want my percent,
She told me to hit the hole, I used to play running back,
You niggas be fumblin', don't you give 'em no gun again,
These bitches be flyin' out, yeah, 'cause money be comin' in.
Said, the money be comin' in, the money be comin' in,
The money be comin' in, the money be comin' in.
See you niggas just run your mouth, yeah,
My niggas, we run this shit,
The money be comin' in, the money be comin' in.
[Verse 1: Wale]
Look, my bitch is on Tumblr, your bitch need a tummy tuck,
Since Jesus and Nazareth, the realest you've come across.
I be with killers just comin' home,
They only hope is me and the Quran,
They only wish is for a new chain
But they stuck up in the ankle bracelet.
I get the money stacked, see, the Moon's where it's sunny at,
And I move where the realest be,
And the quickest, see baby, you gettin' lapped.
Yeah, the DMV on the map,
That's a city, two states if you can count,
I'm as real as I say, I never lie,
So whenever I go, know I'm runnin' back.
[Chorus: Wale]
Bitches want money stacks, I just want my percent,
She told me to hit the hole, I used to play running back,
You niggas be fumblin', don't you give 'em no gun again,
These bitches be flyin' out, yeah, 'cause money be comin' in.
Said, the money be comin' in, the money be comin' in,
The money be comin' in, the money be comin' in.
See you niggas just run your mouth, yeah,
My niggas, we run this shit,
The money be comin' in, the money be comin' in.
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
These bitches want money stacks.
Me? I want a hundred stacks.
These bitches sellin' their soul,
Well, I want my money back.
She bounce it like jumping jacks, but she got a funny ass,
Look what them booty shots done to that,
That bitch need her money back, Lord!
She like the finer things, she said I sent her a diamond ring,
She say I buy her all kinds of things,
She lie about everything.
I put her on time out and everything,
I cut the bitch off like a thread of string,
These hoes'll say about anything
'Cause they know that y'all believe everything.
That's why I get high about every day,
All of this fog like the weather change,
Turn the strip club to a hurricane,
We got that cocaine, snow flurry gang.
And we do not play games 'bout money, mane,
She do something strange for money, mane,
Yeah, I used to play running back,
I turned that football to a money bag. I'm gone.
[Chorus: Wale]
Bitches want money stacks, I just want my percent,
She told me to hit the hole, I used to play running back,
You niggas be fumblin', don't you give 'em no gun again,
These bitches be flyin' out, yeah, 'cause money be comin' in.
Said, the money be comin' in, the money be comin' in,
The money be comin' in, the money be comin' in.
See you niggas just run your mouth, yeah,
My niggas, we run this shit,
The money be comin' in, the money be comin' in.
[Outro: Lil Wayne]
We ballin', we ballin',
Balling, hey, darling,
Sweet darling, you know we ballin',
We ballin', Wale, fuck with me!
Mula, baby!
Yeah, Blue Moon, yeah!
Me gon' ball all season, whole season and post-season
For no reason, fuck with me!
