Erban Terra - Stacks lyrics

[Verse 1] Stack money get it how I get Swagged up, get it how I get Flow real rhymes tell I'm gone spit Now I'm on it, people gone front now I'm on it When I come around b**hes drop it low You must god damn know I'm the sh**, b**h take a seat, ride on my dick Now you must sweat come with me, calorie burning 101 sh** Damn, I'm the mother f**ing man Cold as ice, tell em how I froze up You don't know you really don't know Blowing up the scene like a marine Calling shots like air force one, straight mean While you looking like mister bean Listening to you is a chose Go ahead and bore me and count my stacks for me While I ponder in my mother f**ing glory [Hook 1] Stack, stack, stack stack money up Yo we stacking yo we stacking that good, stacking that good s-s-stacking that good homie St-stacking that good homie st-stacking that good homie You know we stacking yo we stacking that good stacking those racks and those stacks so hood” [Verse 2] Stacking that money up real high, till it hit the sky Scaring pa**enger jets as they fly by You know know know we stacking it up real high Get it how I get flow it how I flow Like I blow up with it Mother f**ers should know I'm the man with it G's like the g's in my bank, I'm swa*k, while you looking rank Man I'm stacked, now I'm telling you how to act Stay strapped with that cash, don't mix and match New wallet no room for the coins call it shrapnel No use, going in too hard Know we got b**hes who gone lie, now we stacked it too high Yeah we brought it back, what you gone do act wack I got a crew cranking that, yep they got those stacks Mother f**ers know that, we got these stacks [Hook 2] Stack, stack, stack stack money up Yo we stacking yo we stacking that good, stacking that good s-s-stacking that good homie S-stacking that good homie, s-stacking that good homie You know we stacking yo we stacking that good stacking those racks and those stacks so hood [Verse 3] Yo, we got it, we got it like that Cause I'm talking about those racks and those stacks Throw em in the air, people gone stare Man I'm too real Make it rain on yah, like a fool Got my ranks up how yah feel I'm on this, like your b**h on the pill Now it's time to chill I'm just being real Here is the deal, get faded and f**ed up like your late uncle Phil Yeah I am the mother f**ing man Got you b**h spreading it like jam, and that's my jam Already know what we doing No explanations not giving a damn Got my crew stepping with me, my man I'm hot like a f**ing frying pan G's want to fly, you ant got no pa**ports You flying "Jetstar" But you an't no star [Hook 3] Stack, stack, stack stack money up Yo we stacking yo we stacking that good, stacking that good s-s-stacking that good homie S-stacking that good homie, s-stacking that good homie You know we stacking yo we stacking that good stacking those racks and those stacks so hood