Stack It

Dont play bout no money i stack it and go I need me a bottle lets go to the store She got a fat ass i aint stressing her tho Right hand to god im blessing these hoes All my pockets is busting whoo All pockets is busting whooo Genius bottle of patron lets pop it and sip it You know im getting money this shit a little different Im fly asf thats eagles and pigeons About my bread not worried about bitches One phone call i can make shit happen I heard yo mixtape and that shit sounds tragic Moment of silence Money on money thats stacks on stacks Ink on my body thats tatts on tatts You want my beats thats tax on tax You want my love shit you gotta relax Nigga’s fronting on the gram for these hoes And these hoes aint even got goals Naw like for like wtf is yall niggas doing like fr fr Dont play bout no money i stack it and go I need me a bottle lets go to the store She got a fat ass i aint stressing her tho Right hand to god im blessing these hoes All my pockets is busting whoo All pockets is busting whooo