1000 Stacks - Album Version (Edited)

Yea hey yo nelly, lets do this

At, at, at last I'm literally loungin black tip back
Count double digit thousand stacks,
At last I'm literally loungin black tip back count
Double digit thousand stacks

Got a bad bitch wit me she in the valentino(?)
Half black and phillipino I let her count casinos her
Under apple bottom all lou and sean john a hundred
On every arm hundred more in my charm tell em' puff

Let your mind let your body and your soul go its alright
Get your money stacked more dough
(tell em' puff) pick a day get your girl come and play
You know my mother fuckin name

How bout we hop in the monte carlo tomorrow we'll ice
The bottles in the ocean with the goggles and act like
You won the lotto (uhh ohh) lambourghini vergato my
Matchin on the throttle my motto is snatch your motto
With my latto is alot ohh Insane my game is like james,
Kobe or maybe dwayne wade fresh shades Alexander McClains
Bottles of rosay some rockin oj's tell em puff

Let your mind let your body and your soul go its alright
Get your money stacked more dough
(tell em' puff) pick a day get your girl come and play
You know my mother fuckin name

At, at, at last I'm literally loungin black tip back
Count double digit thousand stacks,
At last I'm literally loungin black tip back count
Double digit thousand stacks,
Tip back count double digit thousand stacks tip back
Count double digit thousand stacks tip back tip back
Tip back count double digit thousand stacks

I kick in the door wavin the fo fo all you heard was
Derrty dont hurt em' no more well fuck that I'm takin
My reign back (reign back) so take that
(take that) so take that tell em' puff

Let your mind let your body and your soul go its alright
Get your money stacked more dough
(tell em' puff) pick a day get your girl come and play
You know my mother fuckin name

I pull up to the party baccardi smokin cigary with
The baddest lttle shawty cause shawty love to get naughty
(uhh ohh) dollar after dollar you niggas might wanna
Hollar ill cinch your lil dolla out did ya with a comma
(Hey) keep time ap shine we fly only if she fine
Shes fine yep she mine puttin the peace high hoppin for BI

Let your mind let your body and your soul go its alright
Get your money stacked more dough
(tell em' puff) pick a day get your girl come and play
You know my mother fuckin name

At, at, at last I'm literally loungin black tip back
Count double digit thousand stacks,
At last I'm literally loungin black tip back count
Double digit thousand stacks,
Tip back count double digit thousand stacks tip back
Count double digit thousand stacks tip back tip back
Tip back count double digit thousand stacks

Now watch ya wanna do you fuckin wit a baller a st
Louis prowler you can hate me she gonna fuck wit me
Regardless we bw a flawless all this tell em' puff

Let your mind let your body and your soul go its alright
Get your money stacked more dough
(tell em' puff) pick a day get your girl come and play
You know my mother fuckin name

Stackin papers contagious buildin paper skyscrapers
Stuntin outrageous comin straight out the matrix hustle
Lil mommy countin papers my hobby throw in up the tachardi
Down the streets of miami my neck gold the bling is
Real gold it came rolled and made to hang low and the
Bank roll is made to stay swoll you ant fold more paper than cringold

At, at, at last I'm literally loungin black tip back
Count double digit thousand stacks,
At last I'm literally loungin black tip back count
Double digit thousand stacks,
Tip back count double digit thousand stacks tip back
Count double digit thousand stacks tip back tip back
Tip back count double digit thousand stacks



Credits
Writer(s): Cornell Haynes, David Grusin, Christopher Wallace, Harvey Jay Mason, Brandon Joel Bowles, Reginald D. Ellis, Christopher E. Martin, Norman Glover, Rags Richard, Jalacy J. Hawkins
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