we stackin money to the ceiling im leaning while im sippin im ridin in that 2 door coupe thats yellow like the simpsons im stumblin im trippin got hoes so im pimpin i spend it and i get back instead of catching feelings break a band i break a band i break a band i break a band i break a band i break a band i break a band i break a band i break a band i break a band i break a band i break a band i break a band i chase a bag i pop a tag got bitches mad im rollin solo my hit is loco i m yellin yolo blow a pack i spend a a stack i get it back and i flex we cuttin checks im getting neck im stuntin hard and my stacks up whack a bitch if she act up so all my haters wanna join me so we bought a pack and we matched up i be on it like a missionary split hard like my swisher hairy all my niggas be training gold like i picked em outta the military all of my haters be under the radar they claiming that life that i really be living blow me a rello dont blow a capella we stackin the money thats touching the ceiling yo nigga love me he wanna be hubby i give him no feelings unless he be knealing my bitches thriliing my niggas be drilling i calling the shots eastiders be willin gone bitch im woozy homie toke that oozy not to brag but im poppin tags so im paid enough to be choosy suit cases say loui let yo nigga do me and he give me stupid brain like he smarter than stewie  i break band my bitch from france she brought a friend to get it in im stackin ends thats on my mens you niggas therms i bet he learn we he get burned my gun will perm my pockets earn im mikey turns im signing checks this rap shit so easy i murder shit first degree i feel like dreezy we drill shit real my block won t need me she go with no problem this stomp box won t tease me im cooman commited smoke dope out that midget im rollin up blunts my teeth steady grinning my bitches be winnin im always be in it to hell i be goin cause im always sinnin ridin with dope cause my windows be tinted bitches be goin thats head they be givin caught on the block they know how im livin im cookin and flippin with bro in the kitchen the way i got bars i should build me a prison i won t spend a dime on these nothing ass women and all i chase is money and all i think is digits kush pills and patron got me stumblin and trippin waaaa we stackin money to the ceiling im leaning while im sippin im ridin in that 2 door coupe thats yellow like the simpsons im stumblin im trippin got hoes so im pimpin i spend it and i get back instead of catching feelings break a band i break a band i break a band i break a band i break a band i break a band i break a band i break a band i break a band i break a band i break a band i break a band1