Lyrics:
it's at
With my hoes on my side and my strap on my back
Papers, I stack daily
And Death Row is still the label that pays me
But you know how that go
it's at
With my hoes on my side and my strap on my back
Papers, I stack daily
And Death Row is still the label that pays me
But you know how that go
your destination, but alas and alack!
You need some compensation to get back in the black
You take your morning paper from the top of the stack
Papers, I stack daily
And Death Row is still the label that pays me
But you know how that go
We flow toe for toe, if you ain't on the Row
Fuck you
your destination, but alas and alack!
You need some compensation to get back in the black
You take your morning paper from the top of the stack
Really, I thought you knew
They nicknamed me high king
How about I make a note
To never ever going broke
Grabbed the by it's throat
And never ever let it go
stack two floors that loaf
I be floor seats by that coach
I be fight seats by that rope
Make me so sick I could vomit
Gin with no tonic
Cheat on my
down like a anchor
I ain’t servin’ no strangers
Gangster
Gotta move it by the acre
Count it up like a banker
Mind only on da paper
Gotta hit em wit
Got no time
I be stuntin' every corner
Fuck the shit I never cower
Get what's mine
I'm too busy for these haters
Flex my flavor makin' paper
Got no
and I do this shit for Tray
Aye, by any means I'm getting paper
I'm that white boy that your parents told you stay away from
Flying down Rodeo Drive in
For me ever going broke
Man i'm tryna' get these big stacks
(Tryna' make it big)
Cause this shit is not a game
And yo' ass should be ashamed
If you
the paper
Ya that's what Matt say
I want know no more drama
But you be calling my phone
Ya I stay by my lonely
Cuz I'm forever ever alone
Tellin' my homie no
And disregard all of the numbers
I need to Stack
Nothing come easy in life
And thats why they call it a come up
Its bigger than rap
Tryna take over the world
a dolla or a dream
You can spare
Bitch I'm rare
Bitch I'm rare
Family gone be here
When you niggaz ain't there
I'ma stack the paper
To the ceiling in
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Mama I'm gone
I gotta get up and I gotta stack it
I gotta count it, I gotta flip it
I gotta count it and count it regardless
I been on my own
on black get out the way nigga
Stacks in my shoes box and my safe nigga
Weight flipper but ill break em all down to lighters
Scrap all the paper aint no
it's been paying off I'm talking 'bout dividends
Stack my paper, building empires, and getting higher and higher
Who gave me the goddamn lighter, cause
I give her the D
Like detention she bad as fuck wait
We don't subtract like jenga we stack
Til numbers be racking up huh
My branding go get me there
his back, he got a gat turnt to enforcer
I'm just trying stack I turned a pack into a Porsche
The wing came out the back the coupe looks like a flying
saying it's over now
Ain't faking shit you hear the sound
Sorry you gotta see me like this
Best believe I'm trying to fix
Paper castles get blown away
you're earning
Stack paper on every flip, get the whip
Then get a new bitch and
Forget the one you with
She said she could do bad
All by her damn self
Married to the game while im fuckin on the hustle
She screamin out my name while i tighten up her muscles
Raised by the streets but they the first
I’m out and dragging
She be just bitching throwing up a fit
She thinks when I’m out I’m with another chick
But I be grinding Tryna stack these chips
Lightning how we flash by
Welcome to the fast life
Living in fast forward
Papers in the dashboard
Hoping they'll last for the rest of the night
I took my
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