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Take straight drop- turn it into guap
24 on the clock- stackin' up this knot
Ask about me, move rocks like slang-shots
On the grind cuttin' corners
Trap hands, trap hands, yes

Trap hands, hallelujah
I run this shit, Rick The Ruler
I'm gettin' bitches, stackin' mula
Trap hands, hallelujah
the fuck up
You know what I'm sayin'?

Skit, Ralo, foul, go, D up 

Young nigga fly like propellers (fly)
Young nigga stackin' up vegetables
I filled
(make lotta doe)
For them thugs an Kavieal's
Mobbin' a Range (mobbin' a Range)
Stackin' my change (stackin' my change)
'Cause it ain't no thang
Stackin' me some grip, playa can ya dig?

Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip
Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips
Watchin' for the pigs, splitin' hataz wigs
it's nothing
It's nothing, it's nothing
It's nothing, it's nothing
It's nothing, it's nothing
It's nothing, it's nothing
Stackin' cheese till my
It's nothing, it's nothing
It's nothing, it's nothing
It's nothing, it's nothing
It's nothing, it's nothing
Stackin' cheese till my bread right
Smokin'
bricks in two hands

I-I-I-I'm hungry, hungry for this money
Call me Kreay? heck no, playboy bunny
Bout that juice cheese bread breakfast
Stackin dough
it's nothing
It's nothing, it's nothing
It's nothing, it's nothing
It's nothing, it's nothing
It's nothing, it's nothing
Stackin' cheese till my
harder, you know I ain't playing safe
I'm still gon' make my way
If shit don't go my way

I just, hustle, get dough
That's all I really know
Stackin
blew another bag
I can't count it all, I got way too much to add
And it just keep on stackin' up
I got the mag, I just came through
I just flexed in
smoke
Ballin' all day and I ain't mad I just gotta get mo'

Bring your money up, hey, bring your paper up, hoe
What we stackin'? Dough, what we
Stackin' Paper
Cheese and huevos
Gimmie 'nother million dollars
Another million

Stackin' Paper
My money maker
I'm ready and I'm willin'
Just
much"
Hold up, ho you don't smoke enough
Fall back ho you can't go with us
Yeah you bad, but ho so what?

Too much, stackin' up dough, I got too much
Too
and gangsta!
 
[Chorus - Mr. G'stacka]
Now it's the pimp and the gangsta, stackin cheese 
And we ain't rollin unless we sittin on 20 inch D's 
We slide wit ease
much"
Hold up, ho you don't smoke enough
Fall back ho you can't go with us
Yeah you bad, but ho so what?

Too much, stackin' up dough, I got too much
Too
Oh yeah, I got the perfect song for the kids to sing
And all my people that's

Drug dealin' just to get by
Stackin' money 'till it get sky high
how it go
Makin money ma makin money stackin that doe
Down in the dirty south thats how it go makin' money makin' that doe
Down in the dirty south
hey
All my grizzy niggas sta-stackin' again, hey, hey
Big ole forty on me, pack-packin' again (blaow) hey
Keep a quarter on me, backpack in the Benz
ice up on my chain
They started skatin' on me since a youngin' got the fame
But I be stackin' paper, I be stayin' in my lane
We ridin' Porsches in
I keep my cup raised up my nigga 'cause I'm a playa
Nigga 'cause I'm a playa, nigga 'cause I'm a playa
My dollars stay stackin' and nigga 'cause I'll
travel around the world (world)
Stackin that paper, stackin that paper
And tell me what's gonna really look good
I keep it poppin so these haters comin
me SpongeBob
Stackin Krabby Patties
Bitch I go to work
Do my Cat Daddy

Call me SpongeBob
Stackin Krabby Patties
Bitch I go to work
Do my Cat
Migos, Lacrim, Kore

If you get to the money and stackin' up hundreds
I know you addicted to Benjamins (money)
If you get to the peso, count up

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