Lyrics:
shit happen
Them problems arise
Then you know we adapting
Day after day
Boy this paper be stacking
I stay out the way
Boy I don't do no lacking
You fuck
me in my sleep,
I ain't been living right
If lord forgive me for sins then ima change my ways
Too busy stacking up the paper tryna turn the page
line (call me)
Stacking the dough when she giving me mind
Whipping a 'Bo and i'm checking the time (bling)
Fast trip when I pull up into traffic
Better
Never lacking, only stacking
Trend setter don't be tugging on my jacket
Wait
She a ten, she can jack it
Never ratting ain't a stain on my jacket
Fake
up, run it up, run it up
Run ma' run up
Run it up, run it up, run it up
Run my money up
I'm stacking my bands, I'm making it big
Two hundreds
don't put fear in me
Don't put stickers on our drums
We sticking niggas to concrete
Stacking 50's like I'm dumb
I'm ready for all the enemies
Ain't no
Diamonds on my flesh
Different cities
I be stacking up checks
No need for a ticket
We hop on the jet
Take a flight
We ain't never gone land
Kept my focus
happening liking the rapping when I'm stacking
Some imaginary niggas, waiting for me to get Maddened
Been through seven, and I still don't know why they get
I can't remember her name (え)
I don't be going for fame
Much rather be stacking up (Okay)
Keep my ¥ up in stack (Ching)
Talk to riches they talk back
bout that dollar
I'm out there adding and stacking
Know I invested the money subtracted
Go it all back it doubled I cashed in
We used to be close but
at the bottom
That why it feel good
At the top
I do this shit off the top
Go work ya move
Switch it up
Kush what you been doing
Stacking cheese
Gotta give da
man
She know that I'm da man
I'm da man
She know that I'm da man
I be popping rubber bands
Counting money stacking
Bitch I'm all about a bag
Hunnits
paper to get me some money I'm stacking it
Here you come wit the hate I ain't having it
Wanna talk about toxic you making me sick
I can see all you niggas
breaking bread
Stacking cash under my mattress
Paying tax getting pass
From the IRS
I'm stoop from my status
Got harassed
Stones from the hookers
I'm shooting like a baller
Gucci on my chest see the snakes on my collar
Your bitch gave me digits but I'm never gonna call her
Stacking up my bands
are
I been living all wrong
I been outside with a drum
Hold it ain't selling my soul
Pulling up in a new Rolls
Stacking that money fasho
Doing this shit
that is not yours
I'm stacking chips and getting cheese like some nachos
Yeah, I'm a cool kid, but got a hot flow I be getting down up in this bitch, I'm
me go get it keep stacking
Wake up the niggas who sleeping or napping
I got a dirty ex she be yapping
I got a clean ex no napkin
I got a clean ex no
be dressing
Sexy, kiss and caress me
I been tryna make money bestie
I used to sleep on the money, but now I'm awake, and I'm stacking correctly
I'm up,
factually, I know they all be mad at me
But imma keep on doing me and keep on stacking cheese, yeah
Hold on, gotta make sure that I'm good for I gotta go on
I
the baddest one in my condo
That’s if I want, condo it is
I’m stacking my paper and minding my biz
All of my losses were just bigger wins
Except for my homies I
Got forty pounds for a feature that's an OK fee
Stacking all of those like an OAP
Now my haters looking at me like OMG
Till the Uzi singing at 'em like
taking a flick
Ion even care bout that bitch I been stacking that racks on the racks
All of this shit is I'm coming in high , yeah I'm off of the edge
I
me down (Huh)
See me round the town
忍び They know the sound (Sheesh)
Stacking cake by the pound
Moving weight in the ounce (Uhn)
A 忍者 told me that I'm
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