[Intro]
(I get my work from the narco)

[Chorus: K7TheFinesser]
You n***as on some hatin' shit, don't know why y'all mad
I'm stackin' the cash like robberies, bands in the bag
Secret meeting with demons in the back of the Jag'
So when I get on I can purchase me a bachelor's pad
You n***as on some hatin' shit, don't know why y'all mad
I'm stackin' the cash like robberies, bands in the bag
Secret meeting with demons in the back of the Jag'
So when I get on I can purchase me a bachelor's pad

[Verse 1: Yung Angel]
It ain't a mystery, must be Scooby Doo, he know why they mad
The Stincs got the bag
Must be my sons, they think I'm thеy dad
Just 'cause the things that we got that thеy wish they could have
All hundreds on the dash with my foot on the gas
Two bitches in the coupe and they both shakin' ass
We runnin' the city, it's obvious, we know why they mad
Secret conversations with demons, revealin' the mask
It was me the whole time, that's why I been had the bag
Huh, now I got it, I just sit back and laugh
Stackin' hundreds to the ceiling, buy my daughter a pad
Throwin' money in the club, that's a thing of the past
But she could bring it right to me, she can call me her dad
[Chorus: K7TheFinesser]
You n***as on some hatin' shit, don't know why y'all mad
I'm stackin' the cash like robberies, bands in the bag
Secret meeting with demons in the back of the Jag'
So when I get on I can purchase me a bachelor's pad
You n***as on some hatin' shit, don't know why y'all mad
I'm stackin' the cash like robberies, bands in the bag
Secret meeting with demons in the back of the Jag'
So when I get on I can purchase me a bachelor's pad

[Verse 2: Ralfy the Plug]
I made his bitch eat my dick in the back of my Jag'
She can't even keep a straight face when I'm stabbin' from the back
I see a lot of n***as in your clique, n***a, but half of 'em rats
Whip my gang out, I'm slidin', you'll be toe tagged and bagged
All my bitches pay for dick, and half of 'em mad
These old n***as hatin' 'cause they had the bag
I'm from the Stinc Team and all my n***as get they dough
Cut from a different cloth, I grew up off a different code
I'm in my own lane, but for money, I take different roads
One thing all my n***as got in common, they gon' get they dough
Diamonds in my neck and wrist look like a disco show
I was tryna send her some tricks, you was tryna flip the ho, the Plug

[Chorus: K7TheFinesser]
You n***as on some hatin' shit, don't know why y'all mad
I'm stackin' the cash like robberies, bands in the bag
Secret meeting with demons in the back of the Jag'
So when I get on I can purchase me a bachelor's pad
You n***as on some hatin' shit, don't know why y'all mad
I'm stackin' the cash like robberies, bands in the bag
Secret meeting with demons in the back of the Jag'
So when I get on I can purchase me a bachelor's pad
[Verse 3: K7TheFinesser]
I got straight out to the bag
No broke n***as around me, you gotta have cash
And if y'all keep sneak dissin', y'all toes gon' have tags
He got knocked down lackin', that shit was so sad
For real, I'm always on bunk
I got the compact 40, the chop in the trunk
Leave your ass stankin', call him a skunk
When I was broke, I hit the field, I had the tool so I crunched
All my youngins was born to kill with no hesitation
If you ain't got no money, then that's your situation
I'm signin' to the money like my name is Fantasia
K7 bustdown, so my neck is a glacier