Coincidence

[Chorus]
Ain't this a coincidence, I am finna be filthy rich
Big money my business, this shit gon' get bigger then
Open wound, gotta fill 'em in, bigger, how to get figures in
Get a play and I'm digging in, watch a nigga go big on big
We just run the money through a motion like a figure eight
Tell myself I can't go broke again, I gotta make some' shake
Stack the money tall, you can't ball until you fill the safe
And when your cash up you make 'em feel some type of way

[Verse 1]
This shit funny, too much money, on another wave
Came up, we another wave, think we gonna see better days
Somebody go get an umbrella, they keep throwing shade
I just been grinding, perfect timing, Lil Lonnie a rage
Get up off my dick bitch, might be on some slick shit
Lil ho I'm serious, make me get ignorant
The only reason you all on me to get benefits
She got a nigga but I swear this bitch still with the shits
These niggas got hate all in they blood, that's a bad tray
Don't talk down on a nigga, just dump him like an ashtray
Stackin' money tall, put that shit up for a bad day
I'ma flex so hard, it leave my hater with a sad face

[Chorus]
Ain't this a coincidence, I am finna be filthy rich
Big money my business, this shit gon' get bigger then
Open wound, gotta fill 'em in, bigger, how to get figures in
Get a play and I'm digging in, watch a nigga go big on big
We just run the money through a motion like a figure eight
Tell myself I can't go broke again, I gotta make some' shake
Stack the money tall, you can't ball until you fill the safe
And when your cash up you make 'em feel some type of way

[Verse 2]
Ran me up a sack, now lookin' back, ain't been broke ever since
Runnin' through the field, grippin' my steel, I feel like Marshawn Lynch
Ain't no back and forth with you lil buddy, you on petty shit
I just bought a chopper the other day, came with two extra clips
I just fucked your ho, now you a foe, she said she want more
All you got, at least scratch up the extra, hit the front door
Fuck the liquor track, I'm havin' racks, I'm talkin' hunchos
Fuck her at the crib so I took her to the condo
Drop a couple chains, made me some racks all of my iTunes
I don't want your ho no more, I hit her, boy she old news
I remember back when I had problems with lil old dude
We love to beef, let's pull up sweet, he shit like soul food

[Chorus]
Ain't this a coincidence, I am finna be filthy rich
Big money my business, this shit gon' get bigger then
Open wound, gotta fill 'em in, bigger, how to get figures in
Get a play and I'm digging in, watch a nigga go big on big
We just run the money through a motion like a figure eight
Tell myself I can't go broke again, I gotta make some' shake
Stack the money tall, you can't ball until you fill the safe
And when your cash up you make 'em feel some type of way