Stack It Up

[Intro: Bando Jonez, Quavo] Yeah Oh Bando Jonez, you know we gotcha This ones for the hustlers Migos! To get money niggas Get money bitches, yeah Young Rich Niggas [Hook: Bando Jonez] Stacking all of my dough Designer tag on our jeans and all of our clothes Wherever I go, my cup stay full of lean Me and my team chasing this dough Dead presidents We counting like accountants on the floor Stack it up 40billion Benjamins that I want Designer tag on our jeans and all of our clothes Wherever I go, my cup stay full of lean Me and my team chasing this dough Dead presidents We counting like accountants on the floor Stacking all this money, yeah [Verse 1: Bando Jonez] Stack it up My team got wrecked with her Him back with her like seatbelt Keep strap with her Your boy stay fresh as fuck VVS the cut Yeah, my diamonds accurate Trap boys been backing him Lil Cory, I been driving foreign whips Still taking foreign trips My story as a child They know that I stay grinding Inner city Oakland City where you'd probably find him Yeah, I'm all about my paper priceless Like a diamond In the dirt, but they done washed me off So now I'm blinded Yeah, yeah [Hook: Bando Jonez, Offset, Quavo] Stacking all of my dough Designer tag on our jeans and all of our clothes Wherever I go, my cup stay full of lean Me and my team chasing this dough Dead presidents We counting like accountants on the floor Stack it up 40billion Benjamins that I want Designer tag on our jeans and all of our clothes Wherever I go, my cup stay full of lean Me and my team chasing this dough (Yo) Dead presidents We counting like accountants on the floor (Offset Migos) Stacking all this money, yeah (Migos) [Verse 2: Offset] I'm stacking my money (Stacking my money) I'm grinding, I'm hungry (Grind!) Taking a trip to Bahamas (Huh?) Where was you when I was robbing for hunnits? (Where was you?) Cheetah Giuseppe, I'm walking Jumanji (Jumanji) They taking my formula No you ain't cloning me (no you ain't clonin' me) I climbed the mountain But I don't got no wings on me (huh) I'll be running a brick O for a 10 a key (brick!) And we got rich, you know its a miracle (we rich) Double XL, they asking for interviews (double XL) Trapper turned rapper, so now I'm an artist (woo!) I'll run to the money but I am not Forrest [Verse 3: Takeoff, Quavo] Takeoff! Cavalli, Versace, got silk on my body Spanish bitch, her name is Rosci I put her on roxy's She calling me Papi (what else?) She gon' bring her lil friend We gon' run 'round the lobby (oh!) You wanna ride passenger seat in an Audi (uh) You wanna ride passenger seat in Bugatti (you wan') You wanted them heels with the red on the bottom (the red) I'm at the top, but started from the bottom (ha-ha!) And I done came a long, (yeah) long way (go) That bitch she wasn't fucking with me when I didn't have shit (Migos!) Made it, I'm rich, get the fuck out my face (Quavo) [Verse 4: Quavo] Quavo! I told them that I was a rapper Man they didn't believe me (didn't believe me!) I told that hoe she gon' need me (no) She didn't believe me (didn't believe!) So my niggas They stayed with me down in the bando (bando!) They know we started from the ground It's Quality Control (QC!) First time that I hit my lick! Takeoff and Offset ('Set!) Big counting OC Momma always told me to pay the damn rent (momma) Wake up in the morning Gotta hit another lick (lick) Now I ain't gon' lie Young nigga, I was scared (scared) You can take a whole crumb But I wanna loaf of bread (bread) Niggas always fuck Never really tell it to 'em 'Til I got my G5 Dropped outta high school (G5, dropped outta high school) [Bridge: Bando Jonez] Ooh Stacking all of my cheese Stacking all of my dope baby I'm stacking all of my cheese Ooh 14 billion Benjamins that I want Benjamins that I want 14 billion Benjamins that I want Benjamins that I want Stacking all the money, yeah Ohh Stacking all my money, yeah Say no, ah [Hook: Bando Jonez] Yeah, I'm stacking all of my dough Designer tag on our jeans and all of our clothes Wherever I go, my cup stay full of lean Me and my team chasing this dough Dead presidents We counting like accountants on the floor Stack it up 40billion Benjamins that I want Designer tag on our jeans and all of our clothes Wherever I go, my cup stay full of lean Me and my team chasing this dough Dead presidents We counting like accountants on the floor Stacking all this money, man