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