Stack It Up

Get the money yea we stacking it up aye.
Had that money boy that shit ain't enough aye.
Gimme dollars,
Make me holla,
Need a baller,
Not a crawler,
I'm the fucking shot caller, okay?
I get that sauce, then I tuck it away.
Got my money, yea it's coming my way.
Count my blessings more coming my way, my way, my way!
Pull up in a mothafuckin rari,
Got these niggas all up on my body
Said he need me but he only want me.
So can't have me.
I'm that bitch nigga.
Please get the fuck off my dick nigga.
You can't handle all this drip nigga.
Way I walk..
Way I talk..
Got the swag, popping tags
And I do it on the regular.
I get the bag and run it
I get that bag in hunnids
Baby I know that you want it
Can't help the way I been stunting ayeee
Yea I'm a flirt
Feel up skirt
I know you like that
Yea I'm the shit
And I stay lit
I got that bite back
Bitches be hating on me
Ain't got relation with me
It be so shocking to see
All of them flocking toward me
I need more
I want more
I'm the shit baby
Talk that shit
Get a grip
Then that's it baby

Get the money yea we stacking it up aye.
Had that money boy that shit ain't enough aye.
Gimme dollars,
Make me holla,
Need a baller,
Not a crawler,
I'm the fucking shot caller, okay?
I get that sauce, then I tuck it away.
Got my money, yea it's coming my way.
Count my blessings more coming my way, my way, my way!