Текст песни 1000

[Verse 1:] Off top nigga, don't fucking play Stacks On Deck boys, bitch yeah we in this thing Money Gang, tat that shit up off my armored ring On my chain, fifty diamonds standing money bling Ching, ching, I done cashed out like a jackpot And I'm big dog flexing like Sandlot In my hood, man we stack them shit's by four blocks I'm turned up, and we get them by the C-knots C notes, cut throat with my campaign Fifty racks make it rain, make it hurricane Young Dre, I go hard and I spit flame Off top, money boy's in this thing [Verse 2:] Pull up to the party, it's time to have some fun Standing on the couch, and I'm throwing funds Stripper bitches on me, it ain't nothing though Do this every fucking night, all across the globe I hop up on the jet, it's time to cash out I hop up in that Vet', it's time to smash out My homeboy copped a Ferrari, so I copped a jet I threw thirty racks on my fucking neck I pull up to the trap, to finesse I call my young nigga and he hit the plug Now we in the trap, pulled up off mud I pulled up in that Lambo', skurt' scrub [Outro:] We in this thing Yeah we in this thing We in this thing Yeah we in this thing We in this thing, yeah we in this thing In this thing, yeah we in this thing In this thing, yeah we in this thing Yeah we in this thing, me and my nigga's in this thing