Ironing Money
[Chorus]
I’m stacking it, collecting it, counting it and ironing
Depositing, Investing it, transfer and wiring
Anything the heart desire, purchasing and buying it
You know they motto is to get rich or die tryin it
[Backgrounds]
We gone get Pape, make it rain everyday
We cannot relate, let the haters throw shade
Smiling at the hoes, stacking doe getting paid
Ironing every dollar so the paper stay straight
[Verse I]
It’s the nigga wit a lot of chill, ironing every dollar bill
Step aside he got hella drive like hе behind the wheel
In the fiеld grinding everyday to keep our pockets filled
(Might) sip a lil bit but we don’t Percocet or pop a pill
But I’m popping still, like … Christopher Maurice
Money folding we gone iron it out in case that paper crease
Any problems we can iron it and don’t involve police
I ain’t tough and I ain’t street but peep ain’t no Hoe in me
Treat the money like clothes when I starch, press, fold
First place paper chase on your march, set, go
Bring out the ironing board then unravel Bank rolls
We ain’t chasing not a hoe but we still get chose
Que the flyest ain’t you heard that’s the word around town
Travel all across the globe but I’m Midwest bound
His cologne and his aura making all the hoes smile
All the girls gone wild cause love my lifestyle!
[Chorus]
I’m stacking it, collecting it, counting it and ironing
Depositing, Investing it, transfer and wiring
Anything the heart desire, purchasing and buying it
You know the motto is to get rich or die tryin it
[Backgrounds]
We gone get Pape, make it rain everyday
We cannot relate, let the haters throw shade
Smiling at the hoes, stacking doe getting paid
Ironing every dollar so the paper stay straight
[Verse II]
I’m ironing Benjamin Franklin, Grants, Andrew Jackson’s
My kids jumping on my bed it’s falling out the mattress
Earn when that money turn cartwheels and backflips
I’m Godly wit this fashion my clothes manufactured
Big picture captured you run I’ll out last ya
I shine in the night like the Sun in Alaska
I been ironing money since the flat screens was plasma
Well not quite but you get my drift like the traffic!
[Chorus]
I’m stacking it, collecting it, counting it and ironing
Depositing, Investing it, transfer and wiring
Anything the heart desire, purchasing and buying it
You know the motto is to get rich or die tryin it
[Backgrounds]
We gone get Pape, make it rain everyday
We cannot relate, let the haters throw shade
Smiling at the hoes, stacking doe getting paid
Ironing every dollar so the paper stay straight