[Hook: Tay B]
Money on the floor with it
Stack it all up and go real ignant
Couple chains on my neck this shit is ignant
You don't even take care of your children
Your baby momma mama think you ignant
Shit, no matter I just gotta get it
Yeah, stack it all up and go real ignant

[Verse 1: Tay B]
Once you reach the top, this shit feel different
You don't like me but you still just gotta deal with it
Cause they don't like me but my music, yeah they still feel it
Pockets still on swole, yeah I still get it
Remix it twice with the stove [?]
Don't talk up on the phone, cause it's real snitches
Some of my chicks like my guns, they got real extensions
Met her at midnight and fucked her it only took a minute
N***a, it's some shit that I can show you n***as
Pulled up with your bitch, they like no he didn't
They want a lower price so they can go somewhere else to get it
When n***a, really we the only ones with it
Boy, you can't find this who you think you tryin' bitch
Yeah, you let me but you must be out your mind bitch
I ain't trippin' on the money just the time spend
Non chalant bitch, I'm not into nonsense
Label tried to offer 50 bands that's like 5 cents
Aye, whipped out my dick told 'em sign this
They start the song over and hear rewind, bitch
And if y'all ain't talkin' M's you wastin' time, bitch
[Hook: Tay B]
Money on the floor with it
Stack it all up and go real ignant
Couple chains on my neck this shit is ignant
You don't even take care of your children
Your baby momma mama think you ignant
Shit, no matter I just gotta get it
Yeah, stack it all up and go real ignant
No matter I just gotta get it

[Verse 2: Payroll Giovanni]
Chains on my neck, this shit ignant
To some this shit sickening, jealous ass bitches
I'm a Fenkel n***a, gettin' money my religion
Told mama, dem ain't no grits that's in the kitchen
Mama, I been whippin' tryna get a 'Vette
They said I wouldn't be shit, I gotta win this bet
I had beef around the corner so I gotta get a Tec
But he know his boundaries, ain't no comin' on my set
R.I.P. Rogers, you know we still mobbin'
I always been a hustler, while most n***as was robbin'
I'm tryna stuff my pockets got no time for the gossip
Bitches in my face but they just lookin' for a sponsor
Coulda kept it plain but I iced it 'cause I'm ignant
Just made a killing, when? If you blink you missed it
Me winnin' was predicted, some label me a prophet
Re-up money on the floor, on the table is the profit n***a