Stackin'
Stack some paper, Make a flip
Nigga try, I'm off the hip
Say you a gangsta, but you tellin
Convicted felon in possession of a weapon
Stack some paper, Make a flip
Nigga try, I'm off the hip
Say you a gangsta, but you tellin
Convicted felon in possession of a weapon
You gotta pay to play the game, you niggaz tryna get fronted
You ain't met a real plug if you ain't playing wit hunnits
Niggaz fall out bout two things, thats bitches and money
So I don't fuck my niggaz hos so they can't fuck with my money
Full time college student but I call her my runner
Flew Lil mama first class she was carrying a hunnit
That could get me bout a 50, watch at my mind do numbers
25k for me, 4 days a week, my profit at a hundred
Stay consistent with the pack and watch the money triple double
She so sloppy with that head, that money got her blowing bubbles
Rubberbann 100 twenties count 2000 at a time
22s in both my glocks, I'll hit ya 44 times
Stack some paper, Make a flip
Nigga try, I'm off the hip
Say you a gangsta, but you tellin
Convicted felon in possession of a weapon
Stack some paper, Make a flip
Nigga try, I'm off the hip
Say you a gangsta, but you tellin
Convicted felon in possession of a weapon
Rich nigga riding wit a junky like Casino
I'm loaded mashed potatoes that's that trap nigga lingo
Laid down did his time now he back on the streets
One call made now they coming once a week
Never know what they send me, I just open like gimmie
Have the whole bomb sold before 10Mississippi
In this shit til the death, the cartel committee
Im a beast wit that paper, my hustle relentless
In the streets he a gangsta, but on paper he snitching
They did the streets a favor when he came up missing
Chances make champions, you niggaz know the rules
They convict me I'ma do the race in a Louis track suit
Stack some paper, Make a flip
Nigga try, I'm off the hip
Say you a gangsta, but you tellin
Convicted felon in possession of a weapon
Stack some paper, Make a flip
Nigga try, I'm off the hip
Say you a gangsta, but you tellin
Convicted felon in possession of a weapon
Police catch me wit this choppa Ima do a 10 piece
But I be damned them robbers hit me for this fuckin 50gs
Stack some paper, Make a flip
Nigga try, I'm off the hip
Say you a gangsta, but you tellin
Convicted felon in possession of a weapon
Stack some paper, Make a flip
Nigga try, I'm off the hip
Say you a gangsta, but you tellin
Convicted felon in possession of a weapon
Nigga try, I'm off the hip
Say you a gangsta, but you tellin
Convicted felon in possession of a weapon
Stack some paper, Make a flip
Nigga try, I'm off the hip
Say you a gangsta, but you tellin
Convicted felon in possession of a weapon
You gotta pay to play the game, you niggaz tryna get fronted
You ain't met a real plug if you ain't playing wit hunnits
Niggaz fall out bout two things, thats bitches and money
So I don't fuck my niggaz hos so they can't fuck with my money
Full time college student but I call her my runner
Flew Lil mama first class she was carrying a hunnit
That could get me bout a 50, watch at my mind do numbers
25k for me, 4 days a week, my profit at a hundred
Stay consistent with the pack and watch the money triple double
She so sloppy with that head, that money got her blowing bubbles
Rubberbann 100 twenties count 2000 at a time
22s in both my glocks, I'll hit ya 44 times
Stack some paper, Make a flip
Nigga try, I'm off the hip
Say you a gangsta, but you tellin
Convicted felon in possession of a weapon
Stack some paper, Make a flip
Nigga try, I'm off the hip
Say you a gangsta, but you tellin
Convicted felon in possession of a weapon
Rich nigga riding wit a junky like Casino
I'm loaded mashed potatoes that's that trap nigga lingo
Laid down did his time now he back on the streets
One call made now they coming once a week
Never know what they send me, I just open like gimmie
Have the whole bomb sold before 10Mississippi
In this shit til the death, the cartel committee
Im a beast wit that paper, my hustle relentless
In the streets he a gangsta, but on paper he snitching
They did the streets a favor when he came up missing
Chances make champions, you niggaz know the rules
They convict me I'ma do the race in a Louis track suit
Stack some paper, Make a flip
Nigga try, I'm off the hip
Say you a gangsta, but you tellin
Convicted felon in possession of a weapon
Stack some paper, Make a flip
Nigga try, I'm off the hip
Say you a gangsta, but you tellin
Convicted felon in possession of a weapon
Police catch me wit this choppa Ima do a 10 piece
But I be damned them robbers hit me for this fuckin 50gs
Stack some paper, Make a flip
Nigga try, I'm off the hip
Say you a gangsta, but you tellin
Convicted felon in possession of a weapon
Stack some paper, Make a flip
Nigga try, I'm off the hip
Say you a gangsta, but you tellin
Convicted felon in possession of a weapon
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Writer(s): Milan Roby, Samuel Cage
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