Stackin' Paper ft. L.Y. Lyrics

I'm ballin' I'm ballin

I'm ballin' I'm ballin

I'm ballin' I'm ballin

I'm ballin' Yeah, uh, yeah

Money first, nothing else Every morning I'm blessed

No time for the stress On a daily get neck

I'm just livin' that life Hundred grand won't suffice

Seven figures the minimum Gotta do that shit twice

They tell me I'm nice I tell them I'm the shit

Vibe all the way on high Till the day that I dip

All I do is make moves Already paid dues

Catch me on the south coast Chillin' countin' them blues

In the big boy ridin' It was all about timin

Wake up and I'm smilin' It ain't all about the violence

Mama told me I'm the one Pops hit the cosign

They gave me that info By the time I was nine

Whoever did it, nigga, wrong Hope you lovin' that karma

It's another sad song It's another bad conscience

Nigga, I ain't lettin' up I'm applyin' that pressure

Nigga, fuck your suggestions I'm grindin' hard for the extras

I'm ballin' I'm ballin

I'm ballin' I'm ballin

I'm ballin' I'm ballin

I'm ballin' I'm ballin

I'm ballin

Stack that money, baby Stack up that money, I'm ballin

I go where money go I pick up and go and it's callin

She know no fuck with you Cause she say with you it be boring

I rent out places that they show to the tourists when touring

Keep it a buck, I'm probably outta the country

In Costa Rica, I'm in colonies that I'm spendin

With locals like Vida Vida

She tell me she love me, I don't believe her

Anybody try to play me, I paint them like Mona Lisa

I just send an arm emoji I'm blowin' the strongest reefer

Takin' bets on what she gon' do off this tequila

She tryna watch a figure She only ordered a Caesar

And I paid with the AMAX She was prayin' for a visa

Jesus, baby, I ain't tryna sound egregious

But the only thing that's in me are tequila and sativa

You lookin' like a worker So take me up to your leader

And if this ain't bout no money Then I'll see you when I see you

I'm ballin' I'm ballin

I'm ballin' I'm ballin

I'm ballin' I'm ballin

I'm ballin' I'm ballin

I'm ballin' I'm ballin

My time, still money Bout business, no dummy

New moves, new hunnids New hoes don't love em

Grind mode, no slacky To the bank, I'm laughin

In this race, I'm lappin' Fake cheeks, I'm clappin

Black tint, keep it low-key Fitted low, still a OG

John Paul on my neck bone Got these hoes all on me

Back in, time to run it up All hustle, nigga, never look

Catch me flyin' in first class Lookin' down at your lil' bully

I'm ballin' I'm ballin

I'm ballin' I'm ballin

I'm ballin

I'm ballin