Released: March 25, 2016
Featuring: Fendi P
Songwriter: Fendi P Curren$y
Producer: Smash David
[Verse 1: Curren$y]
I'm just trya run with it
Cop a 101 so I can stunt in it
TVs inside watching re runs in it
My whole city know I'm something serious
Smoking on that super mysterious shit that you know you can't get
If you not properly built than you prolly get killed
Hit a switch make it tilt my Chevy on stilts
In a Red 66 Chevrolet with your bitch
And the richer that I get, stay in the lab
Rich on the mix
Sounds like money so the stacks keep coming
Sip and reminisce my nigga Slim used to run it
Same town I'm from it I do it how he done it
Plotting to own it if I really want it
Take the showroom stickers off it then I put the rims on it
Scratch like a lottery ticket
And the growl of the engine just loud as the motherfucking piff is
Found a nigga chillin on a cloud with winners
With my mind on millions, billions, trillions
Haters don't feel him, so they wanna steal him
Motherfucking hundreds keep peeling
[Chorus: Curren$y]
Sound like money so the stacks keep coming
Sound like money so the stacks keep coming
Sound like money so the stacks keep coming
Sound like money so the stacks keep coming
[Verse 2: Fendi P]
I clean residue out my nails with a crisp blue hundred
Nigga trapping all day do a whole lotta stunting
Never waste your time hating, lil homie stack some paper
My nigga went and copped a Wraith, call it motivation
Something candy on Daytons that motherfucker skating
Stick talk fo' stop, nigga tryna play me
Wanted a grill like Baby and cashed out crazy
Put a bowl on top my scale ain't nothing I ain't weighing
I just fuck it up in Louis, bought my bitch some Fendi
All them nights eating noodles, still ain't forget it
Got all my gold on in the trenches, look at me like dinner
That murder gang refresh they memory, I bet they remember
I was raised round them dope boys, I hung with them killers
So I'm good in any trap, lounge in that bitch like a Villa
I take a Soda, make it muddy, that bitch roll the killa
I bought a Cutlass we dipped the insides and rebuilt the engine
Word
[Chorus: Curren$y]
Sound like money so the stacks keep coming
Sound like money so the stacks keep coming
Sound like money so the stacks keep coming
Sound like money so the stacks keep coming
I'm just trya run with it
Cop a 101 so I can stunt in it
TVs inside watching re runs in it
My whole city know I'm something serious
Smoking on that super mysterious shit that you know you can't get
If you not properly built than you prolly get killed
Hit a switch make it tilt my Chevy on stilts
In a Red 66 Chevrolet with your bitch
And the richer that I get, stay in the lab
Rich on the mix
Sounds like money so the stacks keep coming
Sip and reminisce my nigga Slim used to run it
Same town I'm from it I do it how he done it
Plotting to own it if I really want it
Take the showroom stickers off it then I put the rims on it
Scratch like a lottery ticket
And the growl of the engine just loud as the motherfucking piff is
Found a nigga chillin on a cloud with winners
With my mind on millions, billions, trillions
Haters don't feel him, so they wanna steal him
Motherfucking hundreds keep peeling
[Chorus: Curren$y]
Sound like money so the stacks keep coming
Sound like money so the stacks keep coming
Sound like money so the stacks keep coming
Sound like money so the stacks keep coming
[Verse 2: Fendi P]
I clean residue out my nails with a crisp blue hundred
Nigga trapping all day do a whole lotta stunting
Never waste your time hating, lil homie stack some paper
My nigga went and copped a Wraith, call it motivation
Something candy on Daytons that motherfucker skating
Stick talk fo' stop, nigga tryna play me
Wanted a grill like Baby and cashed out crazy
Put a bowl on top my scale ain't nothing I ain't weighing
I just fuck it up in Louis, bought my bitch some Fendi
All them nights eating noodles, still ain't forget it
Got all my gold on in the trenches, look at me like dinner
That murder gang refresh they memory, I bet they remember
I was raised round them dope boys, I hung with them killers
So I'm good in any trap, lounge in that bitch like a Villa
I take a Soda, make it muddy, that bitch roll the killa
I bought a Cutlass we dipped the insides and rebuilt the engine
Word
[Chorus: Curren$y]
Sound like money so the stacks keep coming
Sound like money so the stacks keep coming
Sound like money so the stacks keep coming
Sound like money so the stacks keep coming