[Intro]
Then you never wanted a regular type life
The fuck is that, barbeques and ballgames?
(Oo-oo-ooh, Cmore Stacks)
Yeah
[Chorus: Gunna]
Swear it ain't no better feeling
Chasin' after millions (Chasin' after M's)
I'ma stack it to the ceiling (Stack it to the ceiling)
I'ma stack it to the ceiling (Stack it to the roof)
Say I swear it ain't no better feeling (I swear to God)
Chasin' after millions (Chasin' after millions)
I'ma stack it to the ceiling (Stack it to the ceiling)
I'ma stack it to the ceiling, to the ceiling (I'ma stack it to the roof, nigga)
[Verse 1: Gunna]
Me and Racks can get them thangs cheap (Cheaper)
Me and Nechie from the same street (That's my brother, nigga)
On them tracks, we goin' crazy (Goin' crazy)
This the gift that God gave me (God's gift)
From a lil' nigga to a grown man (Grown man)
Jot down the list and made my own plans (I made my own shit)
Made up my mind, I set goals, nigga (I set goals)
Spit that music through my soul, nigga (I swear)
Can't sip less than a four, so we pour it, nigga (Pour it, nigga)
Way I spit these words, I'm a poet, nigga (I'm a poet, nigga)
Now we turnin' rap into poetry (Poetry)
With real words, real niggas come with loyalty
[Chorus: Gunna & Cmore Stacks]
Swear it ain't no better feeling
Chasin' after millions (Chasin' after M's)
I'ma stack it to the ceiling (Stack it to the ceiling)
I'ma stack it to the ceiling (Stack it to the roof)
Say I swear it ain't no better feeling (I swear to God)
Chasin' after millions (Chasin' after millions)
I'ma stack it to the ceiling (Stack it to the ceiling)
I'ma stack it to the ceiling, to the ceiling (I'ma stack it to the roof, nigga, ooh)
[Verse 2: Cmore Stacks]
Ferragamo threads all on my body (Designer)
Kickin' shit just like a Porta-Potty (Shit)
I'm gettin' my wax on like I was Mr. Miyagi
That Bullz Eye tree, it got me swervin' in that Maserati (Skrrt)
Hustlin' just a hobby, I want that new Bugatti ('Gatti)
I sold four bags and took the profit and bought them new Zanatis (Zanatis)
That F&H'll wipe your nose if you feelin' snotty (Wipe)
Not Peewee Longway, but I turned my spot into a lobby (Trap)
So beam me up, Scotty, I dropped a four inside that Tropicana (Beam, four)
My niggas eatin' with no table manners (What? Eat)
You can die behind that bandana, got rich off gas like I work for Scana (Grrah, Scana)
My house full, call me Danny Tanner, you don't want no ani' (Full house, Stacks)
[Chorus: Gunna]
Swear it ain't no better feeling
Chasin' after millions (Chasin' after M's)
I'ma stack it to the ceiling (Stack it to the ceiling)
I'ma stack it to the ceiling (Stack it to the roof)
Say I swear it ain't no better feeling (I swear to God)
Chasin' after millions (Chasin' after millions)
I'ma stack it to the ceiling (Stack it to the ceiling)
I'ma stack it to the ceiling, to the ceiling (I'ma stack it to the roof, nigga)
