STACKS Lyrics

UH

Yeah

UH

Yeah

Put that money on me, yeah

UH

Hundreds Fifties

Money showers yea that's my favorite kind

UH

Short Shirts with the tummy out

He wanna

Buy me this

And buy me that

He wanna

Light my wrist

Wanna throw me stacks

He tryna

Get me loose, and purr my cat

I'm tryna

Blow this bag

He tryna blow my back

Cause he can't

Can't get enough

Can't get enough

He-He

He need that

Can't get enough

Can't get enough

Yeah yeah

He need that

Can't get enough

Can't get enough

He-He

He need that

Can't get enough

Can't get enough

Yeah yeah yeah

First one on the list

Let em blow a bag on KISS

Said he want the cake, I want the chips

Six two thug keep five in the clip

Five in the clip

But I met him in the six

My other dude stay on his bully

Always on the run, got the FEDS tryna book me!

Kid from the boogie go dumb for the cookie

Hit it like a pro but I treat him like a rookie

Got a UK boss

Like a nigga in a suit

He like the four play

I'm da captain, he salute

Neva let him hit

After head he get the boot

But! Before you leave

Gimme the loot, gimme the loot

Kimmy from the slums

Go dumb on a bum

Nigga fall in love

Every time that he cum

Said I got the drip like

A faucet when it runs

Play that Nigga like a flute

Only here for the funds

He wanna

Buy me this

And buy me that

He wanna

Light my wrist

Wanna throw me stacks

He tryna

Get me loose, and purr my cat

I'm tryna

Blow this bag

He tryna blow my back

Cause he can't

Can't get enough

Can't get enough

He-He

He need that

Can't get enough

Can't get enough

Yeah yeah

He need that

Can't get enough

Can't get enough

He-He

He need that

Can't get enough

Can't get enough

Yeah yeah yeah

One finger in the Air for my real bitches

To them haters shades on

I don't see bitches

I could pay my own shit

I don't need niggas

But you running on my time

It ain't free nigga

Two seater my shit wetter than Katrina

Everytime he hit it

Nigga hit me for the re-up

Ima tall glass of wine

You bitches limearitas

Got him paying for my time

Now he swiping for the Beamer

Quickie in the car

Let him eat it like Phillips

It's warm and its sweet

Left it sticky on the seat

Rub me like Genie

So clean hear it squeak

K I double S

Go dumb on the beat

See Kiss coming through in the

Masera

New crib look like the

Taj maha

New wrist

Bust down the

Audemar

Frenchie coming for they heads

Like Tylenol

He wanna

Buy me this

And buy me that

He wanna

Light my wrist

Wanna throw me stacks

He tryna

Get me loose, and purr my cat

I'm tryna

Blow this bag

He tryna blow my back

Cause he can't

Can't get enough

Can't get enough

He-He

He need that

Can't get enough

Can't get enough

Yeah yeah

He need that

Can't get enough

Can't get enough

He-He

He need that

Can't get enough

Can't get enough

Yeah yeah