Young Feast - Stack This Money

Yeah, uh, uh-huh
It's Feast
You can sit down on your ass kid, I'ma stack this money
You can spend dollars on hoes and clothes, but I'ma stack this money

Need that big chicken with casserole, gotta stack this money
Said you cooked up what I fucked up too, so I'ma stack this money
You can sit down on your ass kid, I'ma stack this money
You can spend dollars on hoes and clothes, but I'ma stack this money

Need that big chicken with casserole, gotta stack this money
Said you cooked up what I fucked up too, so I'ma stack this money
I been humming too long, time to let shit slide
Got raw homies, say they ride or die

Tough as shit, you can't make up a lie
Swear to God I'll never testify
Gotta learn to survive, keep your mouth shut, never talk to spies
People dropping dimes, niggas and bitches be telling lies

Never walk the skies, you see the pain all in a nigga eyes
It was truncal times, on the block gripping a heavy iron
Telegrams a zone
You can sit down on your ass kid, I'ma stack this money

You can spend dollars on hoes and clothes, but I'ma stack this money
Need that big chicken with casserole, gotta stack this money
Said you cooked up what I fucked up too, so I'ma stack this money
You can sit down on your ass kid, I'ma stack this money

You can spend dollars on hoes and clothes, but I'ma stack this money
Need that big chicken with casserole, gotta stack this money
Said you cooked up what I fucked up too, so I'ma stack this money
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Written by:
Maurice Moving, Young Feast

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