Текст песни Hunnid Stax, ScHoolboy Q, Ab-Soul

[Intro:]
Money is the anthem...
People treat you real nice when you got fifty dollar drawers on.
Get money, fuck bitches!
I'm tryin', man!
Fuck bitches, get money, get money!

[Verse 1: Ab-Soul]
Who gettin' that dough?
Who gettin' that cake?
Who gettin' that bread?
Put a ticket on your head if you can't relate.
Who gettin' that fetti?
Who gettin' that cheese?
You know I gotta eat,
You know I gotta eat.
Who gettin' that paper?
Who gettin' that guap?
Who smokin' that top shelf?
Who gettin' top off top?
Ain't nothing more important than the mula,
Who gettin' them commas, makin' mommas do kama sutra.
Best act like you know!
I'm gettin' them checks,
I'm spendin' them checks,
THC through TSA on my back, don't get checked.
Who gettin' them Benjamins,
Spendin' them with executives?
Business man, understand,
I'm on fuckin' tour, you on the 10-6.
I'm reelin' in, currency,
Won't pass the weed but I'll pass the bitch,
My stock risin', you cockridin',
I'm splittin' clits with the money clip.
Who gettin' that money, money?
Real mothafuckin' money, money,
That's all I do, dawg, got cashed out,
Got fucked up, then I passed out.

[Chorus: Mac Miller]
Woke up early, kissed this bad bitch,
Rolled me up a blunt, then I took a piss,
Can't remember what I did last night,
I'm just tryna spend a hunnid stacks everyday of my life.
Money is the anthem,
Black girls in the bedroom, white girls in the bathroom,
Fuck what I did last night,
I'm just tryna spend a hunnid stacks everyday of my life.

[Verse 2: ScHoolboy Q]
Who gettin' that dough?
Who gettin' that bread?
Get money, I pledge,
What you mean you broke? Bitch, open them legs!
Now let a nigga beat,
I think I'm gonna skeet,
You know I love cheese,
You know I love cheese.
I'm high as a scraper,
I'm smokin' that guap,
Who leave guns on the top shelf?
Who keep Glocks on Glocks?
Ain't nothing more important than a Hoover
Who hoppin' out cars,
Unloadin' that pop-pop, yawk-yawk, move ya!
Fig-Fig-Figueroa, gotta a .45 right here up in my coat,
You can have my ho but don't hit my dope,
I'm burnin' up like a parliament,
Off two sixteens I'm still spendin' rent.
You a bad bitch, come fuck me,
Yeah, you heard it right, I said ‘fuck me',
Put that on Crip, even ignorance is bliss,
I love foreign tits and her clitoris.
Beat the pussy down like my nemesis,
Make the pussy drip like I slit her wrist, but
Who gettin' that money, money?
Real mothafuckin' money, money,
That's all I do, dawg, got cashed out,
Bought a new bitch and a new house like...

[Chorus: Mac Miller]
Woke up early, kissed this bad bitch,
Rolled me up a blunt, then I took a piss,
Can't remember what I did last night,
I'm just tryna spend a hunnid stacks everyday of my life.
Money is the anthem,
Black girls in the bedroom, white girls in the bathroom,
Fuck what I did last night,
I'm just tryna spend a hunnid stacks everyday of my life.

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