Stackin' (feat. Biig E)
Think think my money
Think think my money
Think think my money
Gang Bang how its stackin
Think think my money
Think think my money
Think think my money
Gang Bang how its stackin
Think think my money
Think think my money
Think think my money
Gang Bang how its stackin
Think think my money
Think think my money
Think think my money
Gang Bang how its stackin
I ball like hoopin my passion
Swish
Young nigga wit da wave
Splashin
Ya favorite rapper
broke and cappin
Swear my money gang bang
How its stackin
Word to Hitman
Money on my mind
Like they called in a Hitman
Stay picking up bags
Like the Brinks man
Me and money LinkedIn
Dis Drip I spill
Got bitches sinking
Niggas ain't use to cake
They diabetic
Cut from a different cloth
You cant find this fabric
Dead fresh like I lie in casket
The pump'll
Make'em Ozzie backflip
Word to Pringles
Better stack chips
Or get your ass clipped
Think think my money
Think think my money
Think think my money
Gang Bang how its stackin
Think think my money
Think think my money
Think think my money
Gang Bang how its stackin
Think think my money
Think think my money
Think think my money
Gang Bang how its stackin
Think think my money
Think think my money
Think think my money
Gang Bang how its stackin
I'm thumbing through blues
Like I'm crippin
You know what I'm sipping
I used to ride a hemi dipping
Glock wit extention
I pull on the trigger they reffing
You can hear the bullets whistle
I bond out of county
Fo months in the can
10,000 cash wrapped in beige rubber bands
Shit came in 20's
That knot was too sloppy
I get down in booking they still down there counting
Stacking up paper
You know how I'm thugging
I'm sipping on red you think I was bloodin
I pray ion crash
Ya boy came from nothing
But 500 grams in a 86 cutlass
Them bills hit different
They buss out the pocket
357 boy I tote a rocket
The prices going down
You think they young jocin
My brother on 6s
The trunk steady knocking
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Countin up fetty nigga
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
You know I stay ready nigga
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
I'm living like belly nigga
2 flip phone hit the celly nigga
Swiping up shit like a credit killa
Think think my money
Think think my money
Think think my money
Gang Bang how its stackin
Think think my money
Think think my money
Think think my money
Gang Bang how its stackin
Think think my money
Think think my money
Think think my money
Gang Bang how its stackin
Think think my money
Think think my money
Think think my money
Gang Bang how its stackin
Think think my money
Think think my money
Gang Bang how its stackin
Think think my money
Think think my money
Think think my money
Gang Bang how its stackin
Think think my money
Think think my money
Think think my money
Gang Bang how its stackin
Think think my money
Think think my money
Think think my money
Gang Bang how its stackin
I ball like hoopin my passion
Swish
Young nigga wit da wave
Splashin
Ya favorite rapper
broke and cappin
Swear my money gang bang
How its stackin
Word to Hitman
Money on my mind
Like they called in a Hitman
Stay picking up bags
Like the Brinks man
Me and money LinkedIn
Dis Drip I spill
Got bitches sinking
Niggas ain't use to cake
They diabetic
Cut from a different cloth
You cant find this fabric
Dead fresh like I lie in casket
The pump'll
Make'em Ozzie backflip
Word to Pringles
Better stack chips
Or get your ass clipped
Think think my money
Think think my money
Think think my money
Gang Bang how its stackin
Think think my money
Think think my money
Think think my money
Gang Bang how its stackin
Think think my money
Think think my money
Think think my money
Gang Bang how its stackin
Think think my money
Think think my money
Think think my money
Gang Bang how its stackin
I'm thumbing through blues
Like I'm crippin
You know what I'm sipping
I used to ride a hemi dipping
Glock wit extention
I pull on the trigger they reffing
You can hear the bullets whistle
I bond out of county
Fo months in the can
10,000 cash wrapped in beige rubber bands
Shit came in 20's
That knot was too sloppy
I get down in booking they still down there counting
Stacking up paper
You know how I'm thugging
I'm sipping on red you think I was bloodin
I pray ion crash
Ya boy came from nothing
But 500 grams in a 86 cutlass
Them bills hit different
They buss out the pocket
357 boy I tote a rocket
The prices going down
You think they young jocin
My brother on 6s
The trunk steady knocking
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Countin up fetty nigga
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
You know I stay ready nigga
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
I'm living like belly nigga
2 flip phone hit the celly nigga
Swiping up shit like a credit killa
Think think my money
Think think my money
Think think my money
Gang Bang how its stackin
Think think my money
Think think my money
Think think my money
Gang Bang how its stackin
Think think my money
Think think my money
Think think my money
Gang Bang how its stackin
Think think my money
Think think my money
Think think my money
Gang Bang how its stackin
Credits
Writer(s): Eddie Elliot
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