Phat Stacks (Not Really)

Yuh
Coming in with all my phat stacks right here
Nah just kidding man
I can't afford a beer
I be rollin in all this dough
Every single day
When I can't even afford
A box of cupcakes
I be driving everywhere
Yeah I'm really on it
Man I can't drive
I ain't got a license
Who knew that making cash could be so easy
When I'm poppin in all the phat stacks
(Not really)
Not tryna flex
But I'm raining all the cash
Can't even flex
I'm talkin out my ass
Yeah I'm Lil Sonic
I do this for fun
Though I can't make no more than a ton
When I hop on
I grab this cash with pride
Even though I can't make
More than a dime
Count the cash up
Wish you could have it
Yeah me too
Down the hole like a rabbit
I bet your jealous
Not that hard to tell
Nobody nice enough
To send me cash from Zelle
I'm always making bank
Raking in the pile
What you talking about
I ain't in denial
Now it's time for me to go
With the money bags
But they aren't even full
They look like rags



Credits
Writer(s): Arin Gutierrez
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