作词 : Cousin, Garner, Moore
Mack mutha****** 10 
Back up in ya witta'nother mutha****** gangsta hit 
But this time 1-0 
Productions givin the mutha****** punch 
Wit my *******s, my new *******s: 
AllFrumTha
I Run it, 
Squeak (Verse 1 -Squeak Ru) 
It's like 24/7, 365 
How ot stack them dollars, that was on my mind 
Gots to get this rap *******t tight 
That's why 
I write and ******* [up everything ?] on the mic 
I wanna filthy rich and when 
I pitch Game at a *******, she couldn't rock my ******* 
Seven digit bank accounts and we bounce 
****** by the pound, ******* a ounce 
I'm ma*******n petrol thru the ghetto 
******* the metro, ******* got the bankroll and wouldn't buy 
Benzo Gettin paper is a habit, 
I want it lavish 
Goddamn, if it's there 
I gots to grab it 
So God, please, can you make me famous 
I wanna stack a big head from earth to 
Uranus Got to combine these rhymes for the grind 
It's time, 
I can't keep the paper off my mind 
Chorus: I wanna fill my cup to tha rim 
Tell me long will it take for me to stack my paper 
I'm tryna stay down because 
I'm Inglewood swangin 
AllFrumTha
I til I die, we hoo-bangin (Verse 2 -Binky Mack) 
Now tell me who can fade us 
Breakin off from 
Inglewwod to 
Vegas Rub ya [???] around my stack ,shakin up the crap 
Game, really don't matter what the hustle 
So my [shrink ?] get [???] again wit a little muscle 
Tap on the do' to see if ya home 
Better [ask ?] or me and my dogs is thru the window 
Gots to fill my cup by any means 
Necessary pullin my strap cuz you bustas is scary 
Hustle and dreams, now is hustle at any means 
Me and my ******* on some hustlin schemes 
Got *******s hoes takin me shoppin, it's only poppin 
And it won't be no stoppin, 
I'm droppin 
Rhymes on that ass, hoes checks they cash 
Cuz when it comes to a broke ******* 
*******, I pass and when women wanna wine and dine 
Mack 10's bought the 
Benz off the [lac] 
I'll be tellin ******* it's mine 
Chorus (Verse 3 -Squeak Ru) 
A ******* wanna stack him a million 
Have a house away from the average civilian [Fo' do ???], [???] entourage 20 mutha*******s when we mob 
Live [in plusses ?] by his custom [get ?] that's the *******t 
Put the hood down, now my *******s got grip 
Havin money is a scheme, 
American Dream 
A ******* from the ghetto livin like a king 
And at night my appetite is right 
I like the big 
MD *******ne in the light--twisted 
A hundred [???] make a ******* pow 
I wish the homies in the pen could see me now 
Westside!!! 
Chorus