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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 monеy You know respect ain't money So I'm still mе 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