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[Intro]
(TSB)

[Chorus: DC & Cristale]
Bag it up, stack it up, let's get money
Red, green and score notes, that's money
No stress cah I'm good on my own, that's money
Don't make sense if it don't make money
Bag it up, stack it up, let's get money
Two hundred, ten sheets, that's money
I'm up now, we don't make the same money
Don't call my line if it ain't money

[Verse 1: DC]
I hit bro like, "Let's make money"
Try make get of the estate money
Bullshit, you know that heff ain't money
Phone vibratin', the best ain't money
You know respect ain't money
So I'm still me when the cash ain't there
Need more than a fraction
But you can't adults the trap when the maths ain't clear
Try give it all to the grind and see
Girl, can you give me the guidance, please?
Wrapped up cah they say outside's cold
The current account was a minus three
But you can see I'm at war with the devil
Not surface level, man's divin' deep
Pourin' it up when the tables turn
Revenge tastes somethin' like Irish cream, jeez

[Chorus: DC & Cristale]
Bag it up, stack it up, let's get money
Red, green and score notes, that's money
No stress cah I'm good on my own, that's money
Don't make sense if it don't make money
Bag it up, stack it up, let's get money
Two hundred, ten sheets, that's money
I'm up now, we don't make the same money
Don't call my line if it ain't money

[Verse 2: Cristale]
I stay humble
But I know I was a little bit bum when I got sent a brand-new car for the week
Kept that to myself cah things go wrong when I speak, it's peak
The odds were stacked against me
Now I'm in a marketin' meet and they wanna make a markin' on me?
Got a, got a good team, but I tell 'em that we can't be friends if you're marketin' me
Price of the fame is way too steep
We were locked in, now we don't speak
Tellin' me that I changed up? What a cheek
Mind what you say when you're talkin' to me
Can't stop being like the friends, you cheap
Didn't really care at the start, now it's deep
Got me questionin' all my beliefs
Can't just walk in the park, now it's beef

[Chorus: DC & Cristale]
Bag it up, stack it up, let's get money
Red, green and score notes, that's money
No stress cah I'm good on my own, that's money
Don't make sense if it don't make money
Bag it up, stack it up, let's get money
Two hundred, ten sheets, that's money
I'm up now, we don't make the same money
Don't call my line if it ain't money
Bag it up, stack it up, let's get money
Red, green and score notes, that's money
No stress cah I'm good on my own, that's money
Don't make sense if it don't make money
Bag it up, stack it up, let's get money
Two hundred, ten sheets, that's money
I'm up now, we don't make the same money
Don't call my line if it ain't money

[Outro]
Yeah, is we gonna drink more? Haha