Stacks

[Chorus: Future] Bad bitches, yeah, they love a thug They want a rich nigga selling drugs Heard a nigga working with a plug Now she tied to me like a bug Tell your ho I blow them stacks, nigga Tell your bitch I blow them stacks, nigga Tell your ho I blow them stacks, nigga Yeah, yeah – she know I blow them stacks, nigga [Verse 1: Casino] Tell your bitch I’ve got a truckload Tell your ho I’ve got the streets in a chokehold Tell your bitch I’ve got all the cash My ho in the mall grabbing all types of bags If you tell her something, make sure you tell her this: Casino stay down and he driving foreign whips I’ve got a hustle the same size as … mall My brother criss so big make it look like Atlantic mall Tell your ho that, if you tell her something Tell her money piling, if you tell her something All the bitches love me ’cause I’m selling something And I’m a motherfucking boss and I ain’t telling nothing [Chorus: Future] Bad bitches, yeah, they love a thug They want a rich nigga selling drugs Heard a nigga working with a plug Now she tied to me like a bug Tell your ho I blow them stacks, nigga Tell your bitch I blow them stacks, nigga Tell your ho I blow them stacks, nigga Yeah, yeah – she know I blow them stacks, nigga [Verse 2: Future] A nigga all straight – I’ve got plugs on plugs Got a lot of cake – all my niggas selling drugs Say you wanna bail? We gong kill you if you tell Selling fish scale, gotta shoot it out with twelve Niggas on the line – got these bitches selling pussy They finessing for it, and they and they bring ‘em back to cook This ain’t Warsaw – bought a thousand and one grams If you whip it right, you can pull up in a Lam’ On that lean, nigga – know we serve ‘em by the paint You wanna live, nigga? Well, you’d better bring your bank I was grinding way before they sent you, your baby daddy know this Every time I fucked her with another bitch, she noticed [Chorus: Future] Bad bitches, yeah, they love a thug They want a rich nigga selling drugs Heard a nigga working with a plug Now she tied to me like a bug Tell your ho I blow them stacks, nigga Tell your bitch I blow them stacks, nigga Tell your ho I blow them stacks, nigga Yeah, yeah – she know I blow them stacks, nigga [Verse 3: Bloody Jay] All these bad hoes want a Blood Oops, I mean “bloody” – for them stacks we leave you bloody We get down and dirty, I mean muddy Woke up to the A, the home of that red clay And ain’t shit sweet, so why they call us the Peach Gang? See, money at a young age, it fucked up my mindstate Or did it? It was always trap or die And I ain’t die, so I guess I did it We was serving magic rounds Yeah, anybody can can get it And it’s all about us, so let’s get it And it get cold in them streets, so bring your mittens Casino the ex drug dealer is on in six minutes Dirty like business… [Chorus: Future] Bad bitches, yeah, they love a thug They want a rich nigga selling drugs Heard a nigga working with a plug Now she tied to me like a bug Tell your ho I blow them stacks, nigga Tell your bitch I blow them stacks, nigga Tell your ho I blow them stacks, nigga Yeah, yeah – she know I blow them stacks, nigga