My $tack

[Intro: Genie Midas]
Man, all they do is talk
Why the fuck they do that?
Get your money, player

[Verse 1: Genie Midas]
My stack don't fold, so my paper don’t fold
Money on the line, put your wack ass on hold
They keep talking smack, honestly, it gets old
Heart like my city, man, they know it gets cold
Should mind your fuckin' business, play your role
Want me some mo', my pockets, they on swole
I stay quiet, can’t let you know my goal
Leave you in the fuckin' ground like a mole
Look hella fly, when I walk in the mall
I gotta ball, want my face on the wall
I'm at the finish line, and all you do is stall
You lookin' like an ant, my nigga, I'm too tall
Swim in her pussy, don't do the crawl
I'm a chill dude, promise won't start a brawl
Look me in the eyes, you ain’t gon’ see me fall
Money like the bitches, I want it all

[Verse 2: Genie Midas]
Word to Ace Hood, I go hard when I hustle
Outer space, good, hard in the paint like I'm Russell
If only they could, don’t hear nun', not a rustle
All day, I be flexin', and I don't show a muscle
It’s gon' take more than your ears to hear me, yeah
Are you deaf? I don't think that you hear me, yeah
I'm a boss, there's no one that's above me, yeah
Used to laugh, now they wanna be me, yeah
Lose it all, can make it back in a jiffy, yeah
Yippie-yeah, smokin' grass like a hippie, yeah
Yippie-yeah, smokin' dope like a hippie, yeah
So high, got me feeling like I'm Jimi, yeah
Stay next to me, you'll catch a tan
Red eyes, that's word to my clan
Fly chick, get it poppin' in the mini-van
My life a movie; catch me if you can

[Outro: Le Chum]
Yo, les boys
Vous savez
L'argent pousse pas d'in arbres
So, levez-vous d'votre cul
Commencez à grind pis hustle
Y'a rien qu'y'arrive tout seul, nah mean
Gotta work
Go get it
Come on les gars, man
Step your game up