Lyrics:
that shit when it's some money in it
Stack paper just like chapters, look at me school a nigga
Don't nobody like broke and cash the only thing that fix
by my damn self
By my damn self, upped it by my damn self
I remember I was goin' hard by my damn self
My damn self, I did it by my damn self
I
you's a window shopper
Mad as fuck when you see me ride by
Summertime, white Porsche Carrera is milky
I'm on the grind, let my paper stack but I'm
you's a window shopper
Mad as fuck when you see me ride by
Summertime, white Porsche Carrera is milky
I'm on the grind, let my paper stack but I'm
we go)
Lately I been tryna stack this paper dodging haters
Workin on my patience and my cravings
I just wanna get my mom a brand new crib rite by
this paper and stick give you cancer
He not the type to throw paper at dancers
Slide by, I'm not a capper
Streets so cold but the pole make it summer
rich by the summer
All these blues in my pocket like I robbed the bank
We the big three, me, Glock, and Paper Route Frank (yeah)
All these pussy-ass
detergent
Now hurry, hurry, go on to the altar
I know you ain't a pimp, but pimp
Remember what I taught ya:
Keep your heart, Three Stacks
Keep your heart
Ayy,
bout what ya think
I just copped a check and then I put it in a safe
Paper chasing yeah
Paper chasing yeah
Walk up in the spot, I see em stare like who
See when I get my money right
Can't tell me nothing guy
You see when I stack my paper right
Don't tell me nothing guy
Look am from the floor you
your left hand and say man hold up (Man hold up)
Boys in the front blowing up (Up)
With the fat stacks in the club that's us (Man that's us)
My boys got
your left hand and say man hold up (Man hold up)
Boys in the front blowing up (Up)
With the fat stacks in the club that's us (Man that's us)
My boys got
at his cap
An put these 9s thro the half a circle on his snap back
I just be chillin love
Keepin it low and out the way
I'm Stack paper up
Watching wat
I'm a money maker
Stack my paper
Call me Wonderboy
I ride for my city
Do they ride wit me
I wonder boy
Got too many problems
I can solve em
Come
paper
Stack up I don't blow it
Stay active in streets
And I stay with that heat
Had to cut that lil bih
She was hoeing
Matter of fact that last bih
She
to fuck it up…Came on a mission to double up ,Soon as nigga decided to hit me up.
All'about paper let's count it up ,Finna get all my niggas to stack it up.
(Battle scars)
And I got stacks of bills to pay
My brain feels like a live grenade
And all these haters wanna hate
But I'm seein' straight through the
Fake
Switch it up with my bros, never
I've been getting better, you know the flow clever
Yeah, uh, I'm tryna stack up this cheddar
I'ma make a million, man,
reach we go shout hallelujah
In silence I dey stack up my paper
When the yawa sup I dey call on omega
Instead of beef I rather smoke my ganja
Leave my
Get this paper (Twerk dat, pop that)
Work that shaker (Twerk dat, pop that)
Go ahead baby (Twerk, twerk dat, pop that)
Turn around lady (Twerk
trapping every day
Stack the paper out the muscle
Pushing what I say
Had to make it clear
That what you hear is Tony Jay
Shinobi they know me (Uh)
Get you
had a dream about racks
Woke up counting stacks
All facts no cap
No cap
So we gone run it up
We gone run it up
Already had a plan to get dough
From
a million (stack yo skrill)
Briefcases full of Gouda stacked to the ceiling (paper pursuing)
Dopefiens giving birth to these ghetto children (huh huh)
My
I Wanna Go & Get Bentley’s
I Wanna Go & Get Fendi
I Wanna Go & Get Racked Up
I Want My Safe To Be Backed Up
I Wanna Count It & Stack It
When I’m
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