[Chorus: Tony Yayo]
Money to burn, stacks on fire
Stacks, stacks, stacks on fire
Money to burn, stacks on fire
Stacks, stacks, stacks on fire
Money to burn, stacks on fire
Stacks, stacks, stacks on fire
Stacks, stacks, stacks on fire
Stacks, stacks, stacks on fire

[Verse 1: Tony Yayo]
Two vanilla Dutches, the Uzi licked
The sour dour looking like an Oreo stick
I'm with my oreo bitch, she black, but she white on the inside
Phantom Ghost black, but white on the inside
[?] got a 300 Sparta flow
Amsterdam bungalow, blow Hawaiian snow
The moon is my harsh mistress
Purple stacks, European bitches, on the road to riches
Like Kool G in his prime, it's a movie when I shine
Eatin' Chin Chan's, groupie in the 9
I burn a L, models light thе phillies
In ATL, up in Wet Willie's

[Chorus: Tony Yayo]
Monеy to burn, stacks on fire
Stacks, stacks, stacks on fire
Money to burn, stacks on fire
Stacks, stacks, stacks on fire
Money to burn, stacks on fire
Stacks, stacks, stacks on fire
Stacks, stacks, stacks on fire
Stacks, stacks, stacks on fire
[Verse 2: Curren$y]
Coming up, slamming Chevrolet doors
Champagne bottles open up when the deal's been closed
Bitches outta pocket tryna get into mine
Only got one thing for her in these Levis
He high, true, what's new
Ain't nothing but this crate motor in this box '82
Tryna lace these squares with the game—cube
Paint wetter than ever, but won't select to make it rain, fool
Throwing money on a stripper
I'd rather throw my money at the smoke man, homeboy deliver
Put a yellow tag on my weed bag
That's the best buy, J-J-J-Jet Life

[Chorus: Tony Yayo]
Money to burn, stacks on fire
Stacks, stacks, stacks on fire
Money to burn, stacks on fire
Stacks, stacks, stacks on fire
Money to burn, stacks on fire
Stacks, stacks, stacks on fire
Stacks, stacks, stacks on fire
Stacks, stacks, stacks on fire

[Verse 3: P. Reala]
Yo money to burn, so imagine that it [?] voice
Smoking out of Dutches, yeah, I had to make [?] choice
A bunch of bad bitches, rosé and loud Kush
President suites, same service they allowed Bush
My foreign bitch got hell stacks
And keep my pants half off, like they on the sales rack
Car half a mill, that's a for the sales tax
Got a bag full of bills, and no, it ain't a mail sack
I'm rich hoe, this is how the shit go
Heavyweight overseas, call the bricks Klitschko
We all about the green like the Oakland A's
Burning paper in the club like we smoking J's
[Chorus: Tony Yayo]
Money to burn, stacks on fire
Stacks, stacks, stacks on fire
Money to burn, stacks on fire
Stacks, stacks, stacks on fire
Money to burn, stacks on fire
Stacks, stacks, stacks on fire
Stacks, stacks, stacks on fire
Stacks, stacks, stacks on fire