Money Stacks

[Chorus] I got money stacked Like dirty clothes I love the keys But I don't love the hoes Fuck wit ya, boi Shop wit ya folks She say she love me But she just love rolls I got money stacks Like dirty clothes And I don't love her She love my dirty dros And if the game slow up I'm back to flipping O's And I got bricks of blow And sixty pounds of dope [Verse 1] R.I.P to my old hoes, say hello to my new friends Bad chick with the red bottoms, we pull up in a brand new Benz Foolish whip like Shawty Lo I got foolish money, little shorty knows My money growing like a Chia pet, our first date Lenox Mall Our second date was shrimp & steak, our third date was hella great Hella money, I sell hella weight I got a big estate, with a huge lake Helicopter with a pilot, Maybach with a driver Bedroom with a kitchen in it, might wake up and cook a nine up Or a deuce up for a four way Got short money, it's no play Got fifty pounds off that gas pack You can smell this shit from the driveway Sold this shit in like two days, been waiting on it like nine days I'm a trap nigga, street living legend Get my grass cut by like nine jays [Chorus] I got money stacked Like dirty clothes I love the keys But I don't love the hoes Fuck wit ya, boi Shop wit ya folks She say she love me But she just love rolls I got money stacks Like dirty clothes And I don't love her She love my dirty dros And if the game slow up I'm back to flipping O's And I got bricks of blow And sixty pounds of dope [Verse 2] Well I came up from a fifty slab I'm bad with English but good with math I went from Texaco trying to catch a trap To Manhattan trying to catch a cab (what) Well they lock me up and they let me go I'm balling on ya like Plaxico (hah) Got jelly beans, got collard greens, got all good kinds of vegetables I'm highly paid and successful Imma cook it up and get extras Got a bank-roll, no pressure If ya owe me I won't stress ya Professor teaching lectures Better pull up this semester Might learn something if you listen to me If ya knew better do better I'm a go-getter, I'm a gorilla She ain't do nothin' if I ain't let her I ain't finished living, you penny pinchin' I'm talking to my investors I'm walking round, I'm talking loud I'm smoking loud, got cheddar Your side of town, my side of town My birds fly any weather [Chorus] I got money stacked Like dirty clothes I love the keys But I don't love the hoes Fuck wit ya, boi Shop wit ya folks She say she love me But she just love rolls I got money stacks Like dirty clothes And I don't love her She love my dirty dros And if the game slow up I'm back to flipping O's And I got bricks of blow And sixty pounds of dope