Stack dat shit to the ceiling til we need another room
10 feet tall (bitch my money standing)
10 feet tall (I ain't stopping till it's)
10 feet tall (stack it to the ceiling)
10 feet tall (we run up them millions)
10 feet tall, 10 feet tall
Walk in Burberry and buy it all, walk up to Louis and buy it all
My bitch look so fine, when I get her home, I rip her out them drawers
My bitch look so good and she wanna see me win it, that's just why she's on
That's why she's on with me
Bitch, I stack this money and run it up like an athlete
Run up my money from the gravel, used to be a traplete
Run up my money up from the gravel, picked this shit off the floor
This Lincoln Continental got them suicide doors
These bags as strong as hell, please don't bust em' open
My bitch she want me to take her home and bust it open
Smoking lots of dope, bitch I'm sipping potion
My money count up broke...
Time to use my hands but I'm tired
Been counting money all day long, I'm fried
Keep hustling till I get this shit right
And stack it to the ceiling so high, til it's
10 feet tall (bitch my money standing)
10 feet tall (I ain't stopping till it's)
10 feet tall (stack it to the ceiling)
10 feet tall (we run up them millions)
Had an affair with my baby girl, I'm stashin' bands in the safe
I got married to my money, I'm going on dates with the bank
We both got a Presi, but I got the bigger face
We both got our money right, but I got bread out of state
Feel enslaved by the game, I can't stop trafficking
Gettin' money in Seattle with my Africans
Sell that bag all day long
Serving bags up on the skateboard, feel like I'm Daewon
But this dope so strong, it make the junkies sing a song
Play my songs for the heads and they try to sing along
We sell Griselda Blanco, we gon' put it through the mail
We do this right, use the digital scale
A thousand grams coming to you and it's scale
That fish scale
Cut it good, or the junkies gon' to hell
HAHA
Yeah, they gon' OD, you can't f*ck with me
Ridin' in the car low-key
10 feet tall (bitch my money standing)
10 feet tall (I ain't stopping till it's)
10 feet tall (stack it to the ceiling)
10 feet tall (we run up them millions)
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Stack dat shit to the ceiling til we need another room
10 feet tall (bitch my money standing)
10 feet tall (I ain't stopping till it's)
10 feet tall (stack it to the ceiling)
10 feet tall (we run up them millions)
10 feet tall, 10 feet tall
Walk in Burberry and buy it all, walk up to Louis and buy it all
My bitch look so fine, when I get her home, I rip her out them drawers
My bitch look so good and she wanna see me win it, that's just why she's on
That's why she's on with me
Bitch, I stack this money and run it up like an athlete
Run up my money from the gravel, used to be a traplete
Run up my money up from the gravel, picked this shit off the floor
This Lincoln Continental got them suicide doors
These bags as strong as hell, please don't bust em' open
My bitch she want me to take her home and bust it open
Smoking lots of dope, bitch I'm sipping potion
My money count up broke...
Time to use my hands but I'm tired
Been counting money all day long, I'm fried
Keep hustling till I get this shit right
And stack it to the ceiling so high, til it's
10 feet tall (bitch my money standing)
10 feet tall (I ain't stopping till it's)
10 feet tall (stack it to the ceiling)
10 feet tall (we run up them millions)
Had an affair with my baby girl, I'm stashin' bands in the safe
I got married to my money, I'm going on dates with the bank
We both got a Presi, but I got the bigger face
We both got our money right, but I got bread out of state
Feel enslaved by the game, I can't stop trafficking
Gettin' money in Seattle with my Africans
Sell that bag all day long
Serving bags up on the skateboard, feel like I'm Daewon
But this dope so strong, it make the junkies sing a song
Play my songs for the heads and they try to sing along
We sell Griselda Blanco, we gon' put it through the mail
We do this right, use the digital scale
A thousand grams coming to you and it's scale
That fish scale
Cut it good, or the junkies gon' to hell
HAHA
Yeah, they gon' OD, you can't f*ck with me
Ridin' in the car low-key
10 feet tall (bitch my money standing)
10 feet tall (I ain't stopping till it's)
10 feet tall (stack it to the ceiling)
10 feet tall (we run up them millions)
10 feet tall (bitch my money standing)
10 feet tall (I ain't stopping till it's)
10 feet tall (stack it to the ceiling)
10 feet tall (we run up them millions)
10 feet tall, 10 feet tall
Walk in Burberry and buy it all, walk up to Louis and buy it all
My bitch look so fine, when I get her home, I rip her out them drawers
My bitch look so good and she wanna see me win it, that's just why she's on
That's why she's on with me
Bitch, I stack this money and run it up like an athlete
Run up my money from the gravel, used to be a traplete
Run up my money up from the gravel, picked this shit off the floor
This Lincoln Continental got them suicide doors
These bags as strong as hell, please don't bust em' open
My bitch she want me to take her home and bust it open
Smoking lots of dope, bitch I'm sipping potion
My money count up broke...
Time to use my hands but I'm tired
Been counting money all day long, I'm fried
Keep hustling till I get this shit right
And stack it to the ceiling so high, til it's
10 feet tall (bitch my money standing)
10 feet tall (I ain't stopping till it's)
10 feet tall (stack it to the ceiling)
10 feet tall (we run up them millions)
Had an affair with my baby girl, I'm stashin' bands in the safe
I got married to my money, I'm going on dates with the bank
We both got a Presi, but I got the bigger face
We both got our money right, but I got bread out of state
Feel enslaved by the game, I can't stop trafficking
Gettin' money in Seattle with my Africans
Sell that bag all day long
Serving bags up on the skateboard, feel like I'm Daewon
But this dope so strong, it make the junkies sing a song
Play my songs for the heads and they try to sing along
We sell Griselda Blanco, we gon' put it through the mail
We do this right, use the digital scale
A thousand grams coming to you and it's scale
That fish scale
Cut it good, or the junkies gon' to hell
HAHA
Yeah, they gon' OD, you can't f*ck with me
Ridin' in the car low-key
10 feet tall (bitch my money standing)
10 feet tall (I ain't stopping till it's)
10 feet tall (stack it to the ceiling)
10 feet tall (we run up them millions)
Writer: Nate Carbone
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