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[Intro]
(Greatness Jones)

[Verse 1]
They say I'm amazing, I just do it like it's regular
Now I've got these A&Rs and niggas on my cellular
You ain't gotta say it, you already know I'm winning, bitch
On the road to riches, so much bookings I can't count that shit
Ride in rotation, I'm never waiting, I be percolating
I'm talking money to these bitches, I'm the conversation
The blueprint on my Js—I'mma rock the nation
I'm the fucking best, yeah I'm the best—there ain't no debating
Game is for the taking, you ain't gotta give it to me
Be watching all my movements, now these bitches moving shifty
I'm a big fish, a Dolphin—you're a little Pickney
Europe, UAE and U.S.; fuck up any city
Uh, I'm busy getting a tan, get me a couple of cans
If you try fuck up my plans; gettin' these hands
Busting out the ban, riding, do it for the gang
Do it for the fam, do it for the fans, ride for me; Stan
I don't ever slack, all I spit is crack
Run it back, flip a pack, putting Wooly on the map
Fucking proud and I'm Black, shit is magic, that's a fact
Get the message, fuck a fax, run it up to the max
I don't ever front, I can do whatever I want
I might go to Church today then tomorrow hit cunch
And I've got a couple girls, but I don't need a bunch
We ain't gotta pop a billi', we just pull up and we stunt, aye

[Chorus]
Make it clap, fuck it up, throw it back
Get that money, watch it stack, make it flip, run it back, aye
Make it clap, fuck it up, throw it back
Get that money, watch it stack, make it flip, run it back, aye

Make it clap, fuck it up, throw it back
Get that money, watch it stack, make it flip, run it back, aye
Make it clap, fuck it up, throw it back
Get that money, watch it stack, make it flip, run it back, aye

[Verse 2]
Baby, I'm a boss on my job, I don't ever lack
You ain't got no balls, plus you wack—you can get the sack
Got a vegan nigga, still he eat the pussy, kill the cat
And I'll kill a rat, plotting on my cheese in the trap
All I do is show and prove, Honey I don't ever lose
In the Stu, while you snooze, getting high, on the booze
South Berm in the blue, you might see me cutting through
With my darg, maybe two, swag cold, got the flu
Eenie meenie miney mo, catch a nigga on his toes
If he got no loyalty for me, I have to let him go
Oh, you got some side bitches—please, don't make me smack a hoe
You need to be saving money before you be saving those
I'm busy getting the bag, you don't wanna get me mad
More money—fab, run along, slag
Said they looking for the baddest bitch, well, I'm it, bitch, tag
Blow a bag, pop a tag, grab a bite, then I order me a cab
Ooh, ooh, I need me a car, boy, you're messing with a star
Chilling out in Budapest with Char, thinking I'mma go far
Don't compare me to her, sorry, nah, that's a par
I graft and I grind, success on my mind
Coming from the slum, never been a bum
On the block, going dumb, you know I already won
Do it all for my mum and I only just begun
Need a lump and a sum, fuck it up just for fun, aye!

[Chorus]
Make it clap, fuck it up, throw it back
Get that money, watch it stack, make it flip, run it back, aye
Make it clap, fuck it up, throw it back
Get that money, watch it stack, make it flip, run it back, aye

Make it clap, fuck it up, throw it back
Get that money, watch it stack, make it flip, run it back, aye
Make it clap, fuck it up, throw it back
Get that money, watch it stack, make it flip, run it back, aye

[Outro]
(Greatness Jones)