Stack It Up (feat. Alley Boy)

Pull up on you blowin' on that loud thing

Eatin' good whatever Mr. Chow bring

And for them hatin' niggas that's been doubtin' me

The money stack it up, it look like Yao Ming

Yao Ming, Yao Ming

These bitches wanna fuck and I'm like Yao Ming

Yao Ming, Yao Ming

The money stack it up, it look like Yao Ming

Got fifty bands on my wrist, half a mil' in my bitch

Robin jeans sag on my shit, foreign hoes all on my dick

Fuck the law, I can pay for it, fuck the case, I can pay for it

Two hundred rounds a day, nigga, all them boys, fuck it, pay for it

Big titties, fake booty, got a big dick, bitch, get to it

Young nigga minds I influence, DT, they tattooed

We got dick and dimes and drums, too much power in my gums

Too much kush all in my lungs, we clean your plate for the crumbs

I'm savin' up like I won, I won, look at my charm

I'm stretchin' like Yao Ming, oh, is my money long?

Exotic trips to Milan, but I hardly ask for phones

My paper like Yao Ming, these niggas just puttin' on, for real

Pull up on you blowin' on that loud thing

Eatin' good whatever Mr. Chow bring

And for them hatin' niggas that's been doubtin' me

The money stack it up, it look like Yao Ming

Yao Ming, Yao Ming

These bitches wanna fuck and I'm like Yao Ming

Yao Ming, Yao Ming

The money stack it up, it look like Yao Ming

Okay, I stand tall with that China white, call that Yao Ming

I don't fuck with these pussy niggas, they all singin' like Al Green

We well respected, well connected, my money long and my tires clean

Gold rims on my Aston Martin, no rollin', bitch, 'cause my tires clean

New Lamborghini Murc' go skrrt, that bullshit you kickin' won't work

I'm out in Chi-Town, me and my nigga Dirt, nigga

Run up on me wrong, pussy nigga, get murked, bang-bang, nigga

White bricks, duckin' from the chain gang, nigga

Cocked back, head shot, brain hang, nigga

Same week, bang for your main thing, nigga

Keep it real, can't tell me they ain't gang, nigga

Black mask, we ain't never gang bang, nigga

Matte black, comin' through the left lane, nigga

You a pawn playin' in a chess game, nigga

FN straight through your vest game, nigga

Hold up, let me slow it down for these fuck boys

Weed loud, jewelry loud, we make enough noise, woah

Pull up on you blowin' on that loud thing

Eatin' good whatever Mr. Chow bring

And for them hatin' niggas that's been doubtin' me

The money stack it up, it look like Yao Ming

Yao Ming, Yao Ming

These bitches wanna fuck and I'm like Yao Ming

Yao Ming, Yao Ming

The money stack it up, it look like Yao Ming

Mouse, Pete, Fat Trel, Alley Boy, Louis V mob

Alley Boy, Trouble, B Bank, Velly Sosa

SE, little Ricky, Duct Tape mob

Fifty thousand in hundreds, got your girl kissin' on my stomach

You know that the young boy here do numbers

Hit her one time, bitch, lose my number

Runnin' too long, gon' show no pity

A-Town don, bitch, this my city

Georgia power, GA my state

Home of the brave, nigga, fuck your city

Alley Boy a gold mine, I'm a golden child, nigga, diamond in the dirt

With all these DTs in they face and all these LVs on my shirt

Money long like Yao Ming, that's the chain, that ain't no green

That's K roll, that ain't no lean, you fuck nigga, that ain't no team

My paper tall and my tank dog, 2Pac song, new outlaw

Play with me, hand chopper, fifty round, face off

Pull up on you blowin' on that loud thing

Eatin' good whatever Mr. Chow bring

And for them hatin' niggas that's been doubtin' me

The money stack it up, it look like Yao Ming

Yao Ming, Yao Ming

These bitches wanna fuck and I'm like Yao Ming

Yao Ming, Yao Ming

The money stack it up, it look like Yao Ming