"Stack" lyrics
Damn
Profit & Pain 2
The Bull (Let it stack)
Haha
Let it stack, let it stack, we've been ballin' off the pack
Carbon paper, bubble wrap, I'm in love with the trap
We count rubber band money in the country with the batch
That'll blow your face off, good weed and dirty cash
Let it stack, let it stack, we've been ballin' off the pack
Carbon paper, bubble wrap, I'm in love with the trap
We count rubber band money in the country with the batch
That'll blow your face off, good weed and dirty cash
GDP, Bubba Kush, Cherry Pie, OG Kush
Had the Cookies in the weight, what a crazy ass look
The land of eight, in the H, can you pick me up from Bush?
Hella money in the telly, told the cleaning lady "Push"
We flip work like I'm whippin' on the Wock'
From a spot to a yacht to a whole city block
From a Southwest flight with a QP in my sock
To a cargo plane with a metro ton, it don't stop (It don't stop)
I be lost in the morning when I'm tryna pick a watch
Smell like weed on my flight, that's why they tryna kick me off (They tryna kick me off)
I let it stack, run it back and bless the homies with half
Put the shit on the map, ain't no holdin' me back
Bern'
Let it stack, let it stack, we've been ballin' off the pack
Carbon paper, bubble wrap, I'm in love with the trap
We count rubber band money in the country with the batch
That'll blow your face off, good weed and dirty cash
Let it stack, let it stack, we've been ballin' off the pack
Carbon paper, bubble wrap, I'm in love with the trap
We count rubber band money in the country with the batch
That'll blow your face off, good weed and dirty cash
Good weed and dirty cash, it hold thirty in the mag'
I've been up north, ballin', with the homies, Persian Hash
In the drop-top rag, ridin' dirty without tags
On the way to Fort Bragg, I bet I'm leavin' with some bags
When I slide down south they grab everything I have
Garlic noodles with the crab, new cameras for the pad
And I've been stackin' money like it's never comin' back
I wasn't happy with the order, had to send it all back
At the stop light, chillin' with the chopper on my lap
Lookin' in the mirrors, paranoid, I'm spillin white ash
Just plottin', damn, time flyin' fast
Ain't nothin' like a fire-ass batch
Let it stack, let it stack, we've been ballin' off the pack
Carbon paper, bubble wrap, I'm in love with the trap
We count rubber band money in the country with the batch
That'll blow your face off, good weed and dirty cash
Let it stack, let it stack, we've been ballin' off the pack
Carbon paper, bubble wrap, I'm in love with the trap
We count rubber band money in the country with the batch
That'll blow your face off, good weed and dirty cash
Profit & Pain 2
The Bull (Let it stack)
Haha
Let it stack, let it stack, we've been ballin' off the pack
Carbon paper, bubble wrap, I'm in love with the trap
We count rubber band money in the country with the batch
That'll blow your face off, good weed and dirty cash
Let it stack, let it stack, we've been ballin' off the pack
Carbon paper, bubble wrap, I'm in love with the trap
We count rubber band money in the country with the batch
That'll blow your face off, good weed and dirty cash
GDP, Bubba Kush, Cherry Pie, OG Kush
Had the Cookies in the weight, what a crazy ass look
The land of eight, in the H, can you pick me up from Bush?
Hella money in the telly, told the cleaning lady "Push"
We flip work like I'm whippin' on the Wock'
From a spot to a yacht to a whole city block
From a Southwest flight with a QP in my sock
To a cargo plane with a metro ton, it don't stop (It don't stop)
I be lost in the morning when I'm tryna pick a watch
Smell like weed on my flight, that's why they tryna kick me off (They tryna kick me off)
I let it stack, run it back and bless the homies with half
Put the shit on the map, ain't no holdin' me back
Bern'
Let it stack, let it stack, we've been ballin' off the pack
Carbon paper, bubble wrap, I'm in love with the trap
We count rubber band money in the country with the batch
That'll blow your face off, good weed and dirty cash
Let it stack, let it stack, we've been ballin' off the pack
Carbon paper, bubble wrap, I'm in love with the trap
We count rubber band money in the country with the batch
That'll blow your face off, good weed and dirty cash
Good weed and dirty cash, it hold thirty in the mag'
I've been up north, ballin', with the homies, Persian Hash
In the drop-top rag, ridin' dirty without tags
On the way to Fort Bragg, I bet I'm leavin' with some bags
When I slide down south they grab everything I have
Garlic noodles with the crab, new cameras for the pad
And I've been stackin' money like it's never comin' back
I wasn't happy with the order, had to send it all back
At the stop light, chillin' with the chopper on my lap
Lookin' in the mirrors, paranoid, I'm spillin white ash
Just plottin', damn, time flyin' fast
Ain't nothin' like a fire-ass batch
Let it stack, let it stack, we've been ballin' off the pack
Carbon paper, bubble wrap, I'm in love with the trap
We count rubber band money in the country with the batch
That'll blow your face off, good weed and dirty cash
Let it stack, let it stack, we've been ballin' off the pack
Carbon paper, bubble wrap, I'm in love with the trap
We count rubber band money in the country with the batch
That'll blow your face off, good weed and dirty cash
