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Said stack up the paper If you don't have cash see you later! Are you mad that don't make bands? Well that's too bad, don't be a hater, uh Just stack up the paper And, then count it up later Don't be mad that you don't make bands said You'll always just be a paper chaser Said you want this cash? Say you work hard but you sit on your ass Huh, you want advice from me? Why thanks I thought you would never ask Said it would help if you somewhat tried Maybe then you'd stop gettin denied If you listen to me you'll make that money Just put in some effort and don't ask why Let's get in the car and Go to the bank Walk to the back and Open up the safe Take all the shmoney and Put it in yo bag, cause Now you're 10 times richer And the two of us can brag, ha Said stack up the paper If you don't have cash see you later! Are you mad that don't make bands? Well that's too bad, don't be a hater, uh Just stack up the paper And, then count it up later Don't be mad that you don't make bands said You'll always just be a paper chaser You're beggin' for money all the time It's a shame you can't even make a dime, yeah Maybe if you worked at a real job Then maybe you could start to work half-time Don't be dumb it's not complicated But if you want cash it's obligated Just get a mask and get off your ass And let me demonstrate it Let's go get in the car and Go to the bank Walk to the back and Open up the safe Take all the shmoney and Put it in yo bag, cause Now you're 10 times richer And the two of us can brag, ha Said stack up the paper If you don't have cash see you later! Are you mad that don't make bands? Well that's too bad, don't be a hater, uh Just stack up the paper And, then count it up later Don't be mad that you don't make bands said You'll always just be a paper chaser Welcome to How to Make Money 101 Where I teach you how to turn pennies Into a hundred ones Yeah I know you're impressed But we've only just begun Just know that you'll be so damn rich By the time that we're done You'll be goin' to bank Like every other day Might be there so often That they put your picture on display Gettin' so much money That it always feels like your birthday Said you earn that god damn cash And celebrate your litty pay day Said stack up the paper If you don't have cash see you later! Are you mad that don't make bands? Well that's too bad, don't be a hater, uh Just stack up the paper And, then count it up later Don't be mad that you don't make bands said You'll always just be a paper chaser
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