[Intro: Rollin Thrax]
Hey (I got mad stacks)
Hey
Hey (I got mad stacks)
Hey (I got mad stacks)
Hey

[Verse 1: Rollin Thrax]
Where my back pack at?
I been carrying these n***as, damn my back hurt
Lil' boy what's the matter?
Yeah I'm adding this money, I got my math up
I'm finna' spaz in this bitch, back up
I'm just throwing cash up
I be walking out second street with the bags on me
Pulling denims off the rack
And you know you hurt my feelings when end up saying that
Why you changing up your actions?
You could really say that I'm making exchanges
Some n***as can't say that, it's embarrassing
Bitch I'm one of none
Done shown them that it's no comparison
And the check keep coming that's why I act so arrogant
Free bro out the slam, gotta' wire once his case is clear
I done seen my own n***as nod off too many pills
I been pulling O's out the box, watch it disappear
She too comfortable tryna' find a way to split from hеr
Can't mix business with pleasure
Bitch my lifе is like a movie I'm the living director
And I'm dripped from the neck up
Made a milly' off one song and I ain't put in no effort
[Verse 2: SouthSideSilhouette]
I can't spare the bitch
Always keep it honest with you
Know that when you talking to me
Honey I been on a mission
All the motion make 'em sicker
Can't [?] so they on delivered
And it be that simple
N***as crashed out like cymbals
Two on me like akimbo
Damn my life been feeling different
I sit up [?] though
Came from kicking in bandos
Don't care, can't get me cancelled
Hit the beat with that uppercut
Got a bad bitch feeling on me while I'm feeling on her butt
Getting money when I'm lonely this the only thing I trust
If we ain't talking about bucks what the fuck is we discussing?
Damn, my heart been on percussion
Beating heart just for the hustle
When I speak up it get disgusting
These n***as be too quick to judge
Never cared, I be like fuck it
This shit came down right to us
Rolled it, pearled it, damn I must've
[?] look like mustard
Beat so hard give 'em concussions
They waiting on my eruption
So I'ma give it to 'em
Everything is paid in full
N***as broke that's what'll do it
That's why they be hating for
Making hit's this shit be fluent
I got like a million more
Make her cream like Ben & Jerry's
And icec ream up on the stones
Bitch [?] like cemetary
N***a can you hear my clearly?
Ooh, clearly not
My pockets got knots
And I got more waiting for me once I hit the spot
This beamer got plenty horses, color look like Wock
Skrting out the lot