Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hunnid Stax, artist - Ab-Soul. Date of issue: 13.07.2023
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Hunnid Stax |
| 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) |
| 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' mamas 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 cock ridin', I’m splittin' clits where 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 |
| 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 tryin' to spend a hunnid stax 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 tryin' to spend a hunnid stax everyday of my life |
| 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 be, 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' |
| Fi-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 |
| I’m 216, I’m suspendin' 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 |
| So before we go out, what’s your address? |
| What? |
| It ain’t no more to it! |
| Soulo eatin' now! |
| Tell 'em Puff said so |