Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Hunnid Stax’ by Ab-Soul. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of Ab-Soul or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
(Money is the anthem)
People treat you real nice when you got fifty dollar drawers on
I’m tryin’ man
(F*ck bitches, get money, get money)
Who gettin’ that dough? Who gettin’ that cake?
Who gettin’ that bread? Put a ticket on your head if you can’t relate
Who gettin’ that fetti? Who gettin’ that chesse?
You know I gotta eat, you know I gotta eat
Who gettin’ that paper? Who gettin’ that guap?
Who smokin’ that top shelf? Who gettin’ top off top?
Ain’t nothing more important than the mula
Who gettin’ them commas, makin’ mamas do kama sutra
Best act like you know, I’m gettin’ them checks, I’m spendin’ them checks
THC through TSA on my back, don’t get checked
Who gettin’ them Benjamins? Spendin’ them with executives
Business man, understand, I’m on fuckin’ tour, you on the 10-6, I’m reelin’ in
Currency, won’t pass the weed but I’ll pass the bitch
My stock risin’, you cock ridin’, I’m splittin’ clips where the money clip
Who gettin’ that money, money? Real mothafuckin’ money, money
Saw a dude dog, got cashed out
Got fucked up, then I passed out
Woke up early, kissed this bad bitch
Rolled me up a blunt, then I took a piss
Can’t remember what I did last night
I’m just tryin’ to spend a hunnid stax everyday of my life
Money is the anthem
Black girls in the bedroom, white girls in the bathroom
F*ck what I did last night
I’m just tryin’ to spend a hunnid stax everyday of my life
Who gettin’ that dough? Who gettin’ that bread?
Get money I pledge, what you mean you broke bitch, open them legs
Now let a nigga be, I think I’m gonna ski
You know I love cheese, you know I love cheese
I’m high as a scraper, I’m smokin’ that guap
Who leave guns on the top shelf? Who keep Glocks on Glocks?
Ain’t nothing more important than a hoova
Who hoppin’ out cars, unloadin’ that pop, pop, yawk, yawk, move ya’
Fig, Fig, Figueroa, gotta a .45 right here up in my coat
You can have my ho but don’t hit my dough
I’m burnin’ up like a parliament
I’m 216, I’m suspendin’ rent
You a bad bitch, come f*ck me
Yeah you heard it right, I said f*ck me
Keepin’ no grip, even ignorance is bliss
I love foreign tits and her clitoris
Beat the pussy down like my nemesis
Make the pussy drip like I slit her wrist, but
Who gettin’ that money, money? Real mothafuckin’ money, money
Saw a dude dog, got cashed out
Bought a new bitch and a new house like
Woke up early, kissed this bad bitch
Rolled me up a blunt, then I took a piss
Can’t remember what I did last night
I’m just tryin’ to spend a hunnid stax everyday of my life
Money is the anthem
Black girls in the bedroom, white girls in the bathroom
F*ck what I did last night
I’m just tryin’ to spend a hunnid stax everyday of my life
What? It ain’t no more to add! Soulo eatin’ now! Tell ’em Puff said so!