LYRICS
Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeGold Stacks
(Dmc, you global now, nigga)I just need some 'cause I already got one with the seal, niggaYeah, I got one in the cut with a seal, yeahYeahStep on a nigga, niggaStep on a nigga in some all white ones, niggaFuckin' on your bitch, holdin' on my gun, yeah (Woo)Fuck the plug, I just ran through a ton, uhI don't wanna shoot no dice unless we bettin' gold stacks, niggaBet a ten, shoot a ten, my twin servin' dog foodGo and ask the promoterI charge three-fifty for a walkthrough (Pluto)Back to back in Saudi Arabia, I charged 1. 5 (Woo)Three mil' just to talk, nigga, that's all I gotI just stepped on a bitch in Chanel Number 9I just stepped up her swag, now she all buss downI'm a rich junkie, yeah, all these drugs I buyBitch, blow a nigga top before you blow my high (A nigga top)Had my scammers with me too, they lettin' these hundreds flyThrow some hundreds like ones, make a straight girl biShe just fucked me in front of her friends, told me she was shyAnd she eatin' whatever I tell her, that's a gumbo vibe (Eat it)I ain't even gotta say nothin', this ho look at me like GodHow much you paid for that Jumbo Patek? Four twenty-five(No, that's four-fifty, for real)I don't wanna shoot no dice unless we bettin' gold stacks, niggaBet a ten, shoot a ten, my twin servin' dog foodGo and ask the promoter, I charge three-fifty for a walkthroughBack to back in Saudi Arabia, I charged 1. 5Three mil' just to talk, nigga, that's all I gotI just stepped on a bitch in Chanel Number 9 (Yeah)I just stepped up her swag, now she all buss downI'm a rich junkie, yeah, all these drugs I buyI done talked so much shitmy problems can't even think (What he say?)I start talkin' so many numbers, they callin' me the bank (Yeah)Want me a pint, I'ma call Dr. Phil for that drank (Yeah)I give 'em a brick and uh, they gon' leave you stank (Yeah)Free my nigga Chuck, I told him we gettin' a billion off the topWe don't even wanna know who shot at youwe wipin' off a blockOver one thousand shells, they gon' hear about it tomorrowAin't no time to negotiate, we got them bails, fuck a clockI'm The Wizard, nigga, I can turn the trap into a starI'm in the real rare, nigga, automobile, that's a double RI done came out the field, I work a stick, fuck a guitarYou ain't got enough to gamble then you can put up your carI don't wanna shoot no diceunless we bettin' gold stacks, niggaBet a ten, shoot a ten, my twin servin' dog foodGo and ask the promoterI charge three-fifty for a walkthroughBack to back in Saudi Arabia, I charged 1. 5Three mil' just to talk, nigga, that's all I gotI just stepped on a bitch in Chanel Number 9I just stepped up her swag, now she all buss downI'm a rich junkie, yeah, all these drugs I buy(Yeah, step on a nigga, nigga)(Step on a nigga in some all white ones, nigga)(Fuckin' on your bitch, holdin' on my gun, yeah) (Woo)(Fuck the plug, I just ran through a ton, uh)(Unless we bettin' gold stacks, nigga)(I don't wanna shoot no dice unless we bettin' gold stacks, nigga)(I don't wanna shoot no dice unless we bettin' gold stacks)
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