Stackin Paper

(专辑： Crook County - 2017)

Stacking paper like I'm Tony
I get money call me [?]
Fuck the haters and the phonies
Cause the rollie on me really why they want me
Pockets fatter with a dope boy, belly like I'm eating ravioli
Riding Maserati cause the force is with me like I'm Obi-Wan Kenobi
If you say that you get it you better show me
I tell 'em get the fuck back if you didn't know me
And if ever your bitch be all up on me
I'ma take her to the telly, you never gon' leave her lonely
Now she fucking with it heavy, forever she'll be my homie
Legendary like I'm Kobe
Smoke a backwood while she blow me
Whip the work and call it Toby
Niggas talking yadda-yadda-yadda
I don't give a fuck, I got a lot of dollars
Breaking down a zip in back of my Impala
Making all the bitches holla-holla-holla
I don't give a fuck, if you ain't with the team
I got them shotta's off of that promethazine
Getting rich is real not just a dream
I get to the mula by whatever means

Stacking paper like I'm Goldie
I ain't fucking with the phonies
Just because you see me out, don't mean we homies
Don't be acting like you know me
Exotic cars going vroom-vroom-vroom-vroom
Hundred bands on me
If it unique, it only got two seats, room for one bitch only
That shit you be talking be too irrelevant
I got on diamonds that's looking elegant
Got a good house so I got to get me some medicine
You say you got the vibe but you be fucking with my intelligence
[?]
We smoking it for the hell of it
I got a connect and he from Connecticut
Fucking with hoes with proper etiquette
Niggas be missing me with the [?]

Stacking paper like I'm Pablo
[?] call him Ralo
Make a hit up out of fifth Hennessy and snatch a [?] up out the bottle
Telling me to slow the pace and throw the race
But I be going full throttle
On my dick it got a model
Turkey neck it going gobble-gobble-gobble
And she got them lips looking like Angela
And them legs is opening, a tarantula
Talking shit I be spraying them like a canister
If not then I'll be throwing your body over the banister
Then later I'ma go out partying with your manager
Cause I'm feeling kind of cocky
Get you killed and do it sloppy
Then get some champagne from papi
Niggas out here thinking that they shooters
Off a molly, I can do it off a booter
Who the fuck you think you is if you ain't [?]
It don't matter to me cause I got the ruger
Watch I blast the meat up out your taco
Track a nigga down for money like a narco
Got 'em out here calling me they capo
Bust and flee the scene like I'm El Chapo

Stacking paper like I'm Goldie
I ain't fucking with the phonies
Just because you see me out, don't mean we homies
Don't be acting like you know me
Exotic cars going vroom-vroom-vroom-vroom
Hundred bands on me
If it unique, it only got two seats, room for one bitch only
That shit you be talking be too irrelevant
I got on diamonds that's looking elegant
Got a good house so I got to get me some medicine
You say you got the vibe but you be fucking with my intelligence
[?]
We smoking it for the hell of it
I got a connect and he from Connecticut
Fucking with hoes with proper etiquette
Niggas be missing me with the [?]