Текст пісні Stack It Up - Alley Boy, Meek Mill

Stack It Up

Pull up on you, blowing on that loud thing\nThen do whatever Mr. Chow bring\nAnd for them hatin' niggas that’s been doubtin' me\nThe money stack it up, it look like Yao Ming\nYao Ming, Yao Ming\nThese bitches wanna fuck, and I’m like Yao Ming\nYao Ming, Yao Ming\nThe money stack it up, it look like Yao Ming\nI keep the bands on my wrist\nHalf a mill on my bitch\nRobbin' jeans saggin' my shit\nForeign hoes all on my dick\nFuck the law, I could pay for it\nFuck the case, I could pay for it\n200 pounds a day\nNigga all them boys fuckin' pay for it\nBig titties, fake booty\nGot a big dick, bitch get to it\nYoung nigga minds I influence\nDT, they tattooed\nGot nickels, dimes and drums\nToo much power in my tongue\nToo much kush all in my lungs\nWe clean your plate for the crumbs\nI’m saving up like I want\nI won look at my charm\nI’m stretching like Yao Ming, arms my money long\nExotic trips to Milan\nBut our heart lit as some phones\nMy paper like Yao Ming\nThese niggas just putting on, for real\nPull up on you, blowing on that loud thing\nThen do whatever Mr. Chow bring\nAnd for them hatin' niggas that’s been doubtin' me\nThe money stack it up, it look like Yao Ming\nYao Ming, Yao Ming\nThese bitches wanna fuck, and I’m like Yao Ming\nYao Ming, Yao Ming\nThe money stack it up, it look like Yao Ming\nOkay I stand tall with that China white\nYugh, call that Yao Ming\nI don’t fuck with these pussy niggas\nThey all singing like Al Green\nWe well respected, well connected\nMy money long and my tires clean\nGold rimes in my Aston Martin\nNo rollin' bitch 'cause my tires clean\nNew Lamborghini Murc' go skuurt\nThat bullshit you kickin' won’t work\nI’m out Chi-Town, meet my nigga Durk\nNigga run up on me wrong\nPussy nigga get merked, bang bang nigga\nWhite bricks, duckin' from the chain gang nigga\nCock back, head shot, brain hang nigga\nSame weed, brain from your main dame nigga\nKeep it real, can’t tell me they ain’t gay nigga\nBlack masks, we ain’t never gangbang nigga\nMatte Black coming through the left lane nigga\nYou a pawn playin' in the chess game nigga\nF this, straight through yo vest game nigga\nHold up, let me slow it down for these fuck boys\nWeed loud, jewellery loud, we make enough noise\nPull up on you, blowing on that loud thing\nThen do whatever Mr. Chow bring\nAnd for them hatin' niggas that’s been doubtin' me\nThe money stack it up, it look like Yao Ming\nYao Ming, Yao Ming\nThese bitches wanna fuck, and I’m like Yao Ming\nYao Ming, Yao Ming\nThe money stack it up, it look like Yao Ming\nMust be Fat Trel, Alley Boy, Louie V Mob\nAlley Boy chuck big bank met Sosa at 6\nLittle Ricky duct tape mob\n50 thousand in hunneds\nGot yo girl kissin' on my stomach\nShe know that the young boy here do numbers\nHit 'em one time, bitch lose my number\nMoney too long, don’t show no pity\nA Town dumb bitch this my city\nGeorgia pound, GA my state\nHome of the Braves, nigga fuck yo city\nAlley Boy a gold mine, I’m a golden child\nNigga, diamond in the dirt\nWith all these DT’s in they face\nAnd all the LV’s on my shirt\nMoney long like Yao Ming\nThat’s the chain, that ain’t no cream\nThat’s K4, that ain’t no lean\nThem fuck niggas, that ain’t no team\nMy paper tall and my tape dogs\n2 Pac’s soul, a new outlaw\nPlay you beat me, hand choppa\n50 rounds, face off\nPull up on you, blowing on that loud thing\nThen do whatever Mr. Chow bring\nAnd find them hatin' niggas that’s been doubtin' me\nThe money stack it up, it look like Yao Ming