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Juelz Santana
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Stack Money
Catch me where you catch me Find me where you find me In the hood or on the island I'm probably by a palm tree
Skull gang, chain nigga neck Full of zombies Two sistas with me Your mommy and your auntie
Which one you think I'm fuckin'? Your mommy or your auntie? I tell you now, both of 'em Your mommy and your auntie
Fall back or fall flat on your face My dough on track like a race First place
Your money comin' but it's comin' like a turtle My money runnin' and it's jumpin' over hurdles My money keep gettin' pregnant, yeah it's fertile Fat money, no rubber band, I need gurdles
I fuck 'em and stay I don't fuck 'em and leave This is my place, bitch Get the fuck up and leave I'm just a rich outcast Pardon my actions I'm sorry Ms. Jackson
Yeah, you can get with this or you can get with that There's money over here, bitch, this is where it's at My paper can't fold, it gotta stay stacked So you can get with this or you can get with that
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Stack money (Real high) Stack money (How high?)
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To the ceiling, damn it Well, we're worth 'bout a billion Neck lookin' shokey, all these lights in the ceiling Brand new bent but the paint job chameleon Now they don't want beef, then they better stop grillin'
Money to the sky, money to the floor Ain't no more room, let it go on out the door Big heads runnin' with big stacks, we get that Them other niggas money mest up mayne They miss match
Stacks in my pocket can't fold right, an' it sit flexed Scrapped to my tummy, I walk around with a six pack Money tall like Big Shaq on Yao's back Never lonely talk to my money, yeah, we chit chat
Ball till we fall, holes on the wall They can come with us or they can go with yall They don't spend a dime but we spend it all I'ma take her to the crib, have her climbin' up the walls もっと沢山の歌詞は ※ Mojim.com
Yeah, you can get with this or you can get with that There's money over here, bitch, this is where it's at My paper can't fold, it gotta stay stacked So you can get with this or you can get with that
Stack money, stack money (Real high) Stack money (How high?)
Stack money (Real high) Stack money (How high?)
Stack money (Real high) Stack money (how high?)
Stack money (Real high) Stack money (How high?)
Since we talkin' 'bout paper Well, I'm fluent in that language Beneath the sky scraper Shootin' through in the vanquish The lifestyles of the rich and the dangerous
Tell the feds, write me down They can kiss my anus They searchin' for the paper trail Lost in the Ferrari I told them I done made the bail And bought me a Ferrari
Call 'em the same day, my lawyers don't play I solemnly swear we ballin' just like we say Keyless entry in the GT Bentley My ladies say don't let the ladies tempt me Just let the haters envy
So that night I went hard, I spent twenty large So drunk that I left my fuckin' credit card It seems odd but the cars come with green cards They know who sold the rods they can see the stars Yeah and they know they all cash cars But they oversees and we might need a passport
Yeah, you can get with this or you can get with that There's money over here, bitch, this is where it's at My paper can't fold, it gotta stay stacked So you can get with this or you can get with that
Stack money, stack money (Real high) Stack money (How high?)
Stack money (Real high) Stack money (How high?)
Stack money (Real high) Stack money (how high?)
Stack money (Real high) Stack money (How high?)
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