Verse 1:

My role models sold dope, things I never brought up

Hands too fast, 12 never caught up

Same streets, these suites where we were brought up

Men need ends, gotta get the guap up

Gotta a lot to learn

They had money earned

Til casket, urn

They got bands to burn

Holding his main in the picture

Mister

Seen as a figure

Niggas need description

Seen mad scenes with prescription

Bag gripping addiction

You tripping

If you ain't listen

He committed

What the nigga got ain’t rented

He only do talks on percentage

Money looking right before business finish

Or image diminish

Floss like a dentist

God Got a Spot at the top for the king & his empress

Seems cream is the imprint

Chorus:

Couple hundred dollars, bada bing

(Gotta stack your money high)

You don't know it rule everything

Couple thousand dollars, bada bing

(Gotta stack your money high)

You don't know it rule everything

Got a brand new whip rolling off the lot

(Hey)

Green fingers from the guap that you got

So So many bands won’t fit in your box

Whole crew made a lot

You you made a lot

Verse 2:

Debating on some Brand new Adidas that I might cop

Might need the hype, treat the price like a mic drop

When the Price drop most niggas when fights start

Got More swings than world-star fight comps

Mama wildin out

Mama sold the couch

Even Moved the fam to our dads fore she sold the house

If a nigga spazz, lockjaw with a open mouth

Everybody getting fucked up, guess niggas like Oprah now

Blacker than the night & I hate coppers

Somebody put my wallet on weight watchers

They say self made prophets

Don't make profits

Foot in the door shit, least I made progress

Niggas got more notes than a doctor

Said you need to floss up before you mob with the bosses

Wallet look proper

Mouth a show stopper

Pretty sure I bossed up

Mentally a mobster

Chorus:

Couple hundred dollars, bada bing

(Gotta stack your money high)

You don't know it rule everything

Couple thousand dollars, bada bing

(Gotta stack your money high)

You don't know it rule everything

Got a brand new whip rolling off the lot

(Hey)

Green fingers from the guap that you got

So So many bands won't fit in your box

Whole crew made a lot

You you made a lot

Verse 3:

Looking like a fool, you ain't looking for a tool

Thought it look cool making money after school

Them boys radical

All wild animals

Always got a band to blow

Said they ain't bout the show

Places that you shouldn't go

Closed minds say no

Numbers in a notebook, jotted with a pencil

If you were down, that’s at least about ten toes

High school been old

Vocab been code

How many niggas know

Recognize bidness

Never seen all the scenes that I bared witness

Maneuvers

Cause and effect, what the mood was

Saline dreams and moves like Sly Cooper

Wonder how I missed hits

A magnet for mischief

Only nigga in the room with an unfit wrist

What I did, shit

Flipped the script, little bit

Forget a little fix, you need a crucifix, little bitch

Income hella slow, dawg, you need to stress it now

Bank account looking low, dawg you need to cheque it out

Talking to the teller, only when it’s bout a set amount

Would bath in the bank just to show you what I'm talking about

Chorus:

Couple hundred dollars, bada bing

(Gotta stack your money high)

You don’t know it rule everything

Couple thousand dollars, bada bing

(Gotta stack your money high)

You don't know it rule everything

Got a brand new whip rolling off the lot

(Hey)

Green fingers from the guap that you got

So So many bands won't fit in your box

Whole crew made a lot

You you made a lot

Outro:

I ain't scared of that old money, I be chasing that new cash

White collars done stole from me, I be chasing them new bags

Little something to hold for me, nobody gone do that

Balling and it go swish, bitch! Tell me I’m going too fast