The Fun - People Under The Stairs

Just tell 'em 'bout all the money you gonna make

Cause you know we gonna have album covers, posters…

I’m talkin' major labels

That’s real fresh brother

You gonna be a superstar, you gonna have to check our style

And they so full of money

And they so full of money

And they so full of money

Stay on the go, yep, comfortable living

Or pull up at the stoplight, charitable giving

Sure, wash my windshield, homie here’s a 20

God bless, no I don’t need no change for my money

That’s the fruit of my labor the fresh flavor gives me juice

To pull up in your country any time and get loose like Shibuya

We threw the yen in the air

Gave the girl ten g’s just to braid Double’s hair

Drank Pocari Sweat, jumped on a jet and went to Stockholm

You suckas stuck in LA (Man, I called. Dude, he’s not home!)

Hey, my bad, the local lifestyle is too common

I dipped to see the tomb of Mr. Tutankhamun

On the nile with the smile to Nubia with my lady

We had so much fun, we made a goddamn baby

And now he’s here, and we keep him in Carter’s gear

When he’s old, he’ll be old money, flower in the boutonniere

For now we keep his little butt in Montessori

If you bought The Next Step, then you helped write the story

Of me and Double K making sucka crews furious

They’re at their best and they’re still looking bicurious

I try to cop one

In the meantime, I try to cop but, hey

In the meantime, I try to cop one

I try to cop one up in the meantime

But in the meantime, I try to cop one

I try to cop one up in the meantime

In the meantime I try to cop one

I try to cop one, but in the meantime

Because

The bottom line

Is the dollar sign

You get yours, yo, and I’ll get mine

You get yours, yeah, and I’ll get mine

Uh, lookout!

The bottom line

Is the dollar sign

You get yours, yo, and I’ll get mine

You get yours, yeah, and I’ll get mine, Double K!

Gimme the dub on the black hand, my man

Yeah I got the tab, baby, here, slide him a gram, word

Here’s a fan, so I posed to take a flick

He said he want to smoke, so I threw him a brick

The General of Generosity

Posted in your city center, blowing sacks like a tenor

When I’m in the Netherlands, no matter the weather

Me and my man’s get busy, headed for the night shift

At the bar, buying shots for strangers, we living

A toast to the boogie and the P’s new movie

You can view it in 3D and you might see

The exhaust as we take off in New York City

Hit the library, we taking gems of the wall

Pass 'em out to the crowd that night, it’s Big Mike

Outside in the limo with the bubbly on chill

But first, ignore these young niggas trying to keep it real

We off to Waikiki, flower shirts on the scooter

L.A. style, puffing on the hooter

We make it rain, nah man, we hurricane

Long Island iced teas, live it up for the G’s

Stuff 'em in my left pocket

See rocket don’t smoke, and rocket don’t choke

But rocket sure enjoys white wine on the boat

It ain’t a fairytale, we do it very well, so uh

In the meantime, I gotta cop one

I try to cop one, but in the meantime

And in the meantime, I gotta cop one

I’m ‘bout to cop one, but

In the meantime

Yo…

The bottom line, yeah, is the dollar sign

I said, you get yours, yo, and I’ll get mine

You get yours, yo, and I’ll get mine

The bottom line

Is the dollar sign

You get yours, yo, and I’ll get mine

You get yours, yo

We gotta get it

we gotta…

We gotta get it

you know, we…

Hey, man, how much that cost?

Yo, it don’t even matter, man

You know what I’m saying?

Man, give that nigga a hundred dollars!

You know we stay on our feet from nine to five

‘Cause the boys from the P don’t take no jive!