Stack It Up (feat. Migos)

Yo

Bando Jonez, you know we got you

This one's for the hustlers (Leggo)

To my get money ****

Get money bitches, yeah

Young Rich ****

Stackin' all of my dough

Designer tag on our jeans and all of our clothes

Wherever I go my cup stay full of lean

Me and my team chasin' this dough

Their present is we countin' like accountants on the floor

Stack it up, forty billion Benjamin's that I want

Designer tag on our jeans and all of our clothes

Wherever I go my cup stay full of lean

Me and my team chasin' this dough

Their present is we countin' like accountants on the floor

Stackin' all the money, yeah

Stack it up, my team got wrecked with her

Him back with her like seatbelt, keep strap with her

Your boy stay fresh as fuck

VVS the cut, yeah, my diamond accurate

Trap boys been backin' them

Lil' Cory, I been drivin' foreign whips, still taking foreign trips

My story as a child, they know that I stay grindin'

Inner city, Oakland city where you'd probably find him

Yeah, I'm all about my paper priceless like a diamond

In the dirt, but they done washed me off, so now I'm blindin'

Yeah, yeah

Stackin' all of my dough

Designer tag on our jeans and all of our clothes

Wherever I go my cup stay full of lean

Me and my team chasin' this dough

Dead presidents we countin' like accountants on the floor

Stack it up, forty billion Benjamins that I want

Designer tag on our jeans and all of our clothes

Wherever I go my cup stay full of lean

Me and my team chasin' this dough

Dead presidents we countin' like accountants on the floor

Stackin' all our money, yeah

I'm stackin' my money

I'm grindin', I'm hungry

Takin' a trip to Bahamas

Where was you when I was robbin' for hunnids?

Cheetah Giuseppe, I'm walkin' Jumanji

They takin' my formula, no, you ain't cloning me

I climbed the mountain, but I don't got wings on me

I'll be runnin' a brick O, ten a key

And we got rich, you know that's a miracle

Double X-L, they askin' for interviews

Trapper turned rapper, so now I'm a artist

I'll run to the money, but I am not Forest

Cavalli, Versace, got silk on my bodies

Spanish bitch, her name is Rosci

I put her on Roxy's, she callin' me papi

She gon' bring her lil friend, we gon' run 'round the lobby

You wanna ride passenger seat in the Audi

You wanna ride passenger seat in Bugatti

You wanted them heels with the red on the bottom

I'm at the top, but started from the bottom

And I done came a long, long way

That bitch, she wasn't fuckin' with me

When I didn't have shit

Made it, I'm rich, get the fuck out my face

I told 'em that I was a rapper, man, they didn't believe me

I told that ho she gon' need me, she didn't believe me

So, my ****, they stayed down with me in the bando

They know we started from the ground, it's Quality Control

First time I hit my lick, TakeOff and Offset, big countin' OC

Mama always told us to pay the damn rent

Wake up in the morning, gotta hit another lick

Now, I ain't gon' lie, young ****, I was scared

You can take a whole crumb, but I want a loaf of bread

**** always fought, never really tote a tool

Till I got my due 'fore I dropped outta high school

Stackin' all of my cheese

Stackin' all of my dough, baby, I'm stackin' all of my cheese

Ooh-ooh

Forty billion Benjamins, that I want

B-Benjamins that I want

Forty billion Benjamins, that I want

B-Benjamins that I want

Towels on the floors

Stackin' all of the money, yeah

Stackin' all my money, yeah

Said, they I'll

Yeah, I'm stackin' all of my dough

Designer tag on my jeans and all of our clothes

Wherever I go my cup stay full of lean

Me and my team chasin' this dough

Dead presidents we countin' like accountants on the floor

Stack it up, forty billion Benjamin's that I want

Designer tag on my jeans and all of our clothes

Wherever I go my cup stay full of lean

Me and my team chasin' this dough

Dead presidents we countin' like accountants on the floor

Stackin' all the money, man

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