Texty: Dre Stackz. C.I.A. (Cash In Advance). Bout My Cash.

[Hook}

[1st Verse]
Money, money, money yea dats all dat I see
Stay around green like a monkey in a tree
All about a dollar like a hooker in da street
All I gotta say I'm B.D.G
Bout dat gwop partna dats what I mean
Hands never dirty organized street team
Send em' to da Florida keys
Jus ta cop a couple keys
Bring it back bout a week
Chop it up bag da weed
Now we bout ta stack green
Young boys hulked up
Smoke from the barrel have a young boy choked up
Thang go bang and slow ya roll like a speed bump
Money stacks, money stacks pockets got da mumps

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[2nd Verse]
Now my chain game heavy, and my game stay steady
Call me young Mardi gras da way I'm bring in confetti
Weatherman make it rain and flood all da levees
Tryna stack money tall so you see it up in heaven
Partna try ta stop me and you gon' need a reverend
I'm hustlin' with a motive, you messin' wit some soldiers
Cut ya head from ya shoulders
So I stay a head of da game
Thank about crossin' me Nina at ya brain
Spirit flyaway call dat soul plane
Money come and go callit boomerang
Stay jumpin' on green call me Arangatang
I'ma beast on my grizzy wit a crazy ill fame

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[3rd Verse]
call me Acme Acres cause my cash flow looney
flya than a pelicon see me were da moon be
I'll show you the bigga picture and I ain't tawkin movies
stay bringing quaters backs call me da QB
play wit da dough leave ya body in a red sea

(Thanks to Mario for these lyrics)