STACKS

When I walk into the building All their eyes go on me I stay quiet in the back And get my paper happily Wanna get me on your song You should know it's not free You said your music's fucking crazy But I think I disagree Fuckin' in the back of the whip She be asking why I always got a blade on my hip Told the bitch don't trip Get down and give me lip Blowing out her back with my hands on her hips Once I nut imma dip I be feeling like a god compared to everybody else All you pussies insecure wearing Gucci fucking belts I don't got shit to prove to anybody but myself Cut my arms so fucking much but obviously it doesn't help Wait Can you hear that? Pussy wanna pull up Never fear that I could get you fucking killed for a fat stack But you'll never pull up you're not really fucking 'bout that I got stacks I got fucking racks Getting plaques Bags of fucking cash I got stacks I got fucking racks Getting plaques Bags of fucking cash