[Intro]
DJ Durel, give 'em hell
All this money man
I don't know what to do wit' it
Just money stacked on top of money
Money stacked on more top of money
It's just, it's just endless, I don't know

[Chorus]
Money stacked on top of money
Money stacked on top of money
Money stacked on top of money
Money stacked on top of money (ooh)
Money stacked on top of money
Money stacked on top of money
Money stacked on top of money
Money stacked on top of money
They done gave the wrong young n***a money
Money stacked on top of money
Money stacked on top of money
Money stacked on top of money
Money stacked on top of money
Money stacked on top of money

[Verse 1]
Money stacked on top of money, gotta split it wit' my brothers
I'm taking off like a space shuttle
Never lookin' down the money my lover, the money bought my diamond wet like a puddle
Gotta watch your back, they all undercover
Keep my rocket on me just for my muscle
Gettin' money stacked on top of money is my hustle
Fuckin' these bitches all they want is money, shootin' at you if you actin' funny
Extendo clip, bought it or you scared like a toddler
Money on top of money, that stuff never a problem
I work for my shit, I started straight from the bottom
You really don't wanna get into these problems
Bump in this chopper, it sound like an old Impala
Fuckin' these bitches they lookin' just like models
I'm the plug I can get you to [?], you flexin' n***a so just stop it
Take your wrist no matter what the cost, walkin' around with the bypass like a boss
We runnin' 'round catchin' plays like Randy Moss
Somebody stoled your money, you took a loss
You can not blame nobody, that is your fault
I'm runnin' to the money like Marshall Faulk
These n***as actin' like these bitches puttin' stack on top of money
(but all they do is talk)

[Chorus]
Money stacked on top of money
Money stacked on top of money
Money stacked on top of money
Money stacked on top of money (ooh)
Money stacked on top of money
Money stacked on top of money
Money stacked on top of money
Money stacked on top of money
They done gave the wrong young n***a money
Money stacked on top of money
Money stacked on top of money
Money stacked on top of money
Money stacked on top of money
Money stacked on top of money
[Verse 2]
Fuck up countin' money n***a, we count this money wit' our hand
Hundred thousand racks up in the band, so much cash I wave the money like a fan
Dolla signs up in my eyes, I can't see nobody hatin' because the money got me blind
Chasin' the check no matter what the time, you funny n***a you should be on the Vine
Shit I carry the 9, or carry the chopper
I'm goin' hard in the paint, call me Flocka
Your girl in my bed, she call me big poppa
Got dreadheads around me, we call them Rick [?]
Bullets gone have you lipped just like some pasta
N***as claimin' Migos but they imposters
21 shots for you if you try to stop us, was it you, who the best? Try to rock with us

[Chorus]
Money stacked on top of money
Money stacked on top of money
Money stacked on top of money
Money stacked on top of money (ooh)
Money stacked on top of money
Money stacked on top of money
Money stacked on top of money
Money stacked on top of money
They done gave the wrong young n***a money
Money stacked on top of money
Money stacked on top of money
Money stacked on top of money
Money stacked on top of money
Money stacked on top of money