DJ Afterthought, Project Pat and RiFF RAFF - Stacking

Now I stack the paper and my diamonds glisten
They tried to tell me but I never listen
And I'm a boss, never jockey for position
Now I'm in the trap, whippin' in the kitchen
Now I stack that paper and my diamonds glisten
They tried to tell me but I never listen
And I'm a boss, never jockey for position
Now I'm in the trap, whippin' in the kitchen

Cold when I lift off, ridin' with my shirt off
Jody hanging out the window I should be the next Jay Leno
Break a brick down like a pencil, I don't like men though
Don't even pretend to, haters get obnoxious
Codeine on my boxers, keep my trunk knockin'
Sun goes down then you wish you had a curfew

Now I stack the paper and my diamonds glisten
They tried to tell me but I never listen
And I'm a boss, never jockey for position
Now I'm in the trap, whippin' in the kitchen
Now I stack that paper and my diamonds glisten
They tried to tell me but I never listen
And I'm a boss, never jockey for position
Now I'm in the trap, whippin' in the kitchen

Money money money money money money, bring it
Wrong and I'm bussin' bussin' bussin' bussin' left, straight
At your motha motha motha fuckin' head
Get money money money bitch, I ain't never scared
'Cause the day that you lay off, miss your pay off
.40 cal shot him in his dome, blew his braids off
Foreign shit, make your bitch wanna suck a dick
Pill poppin' bitch, now that hoe wanna make a flick
And my dick full of nothing but that mothafuckin' Actavis

Now I stack the paper and my diamonds glisten
They tried to tell me but I never listen
And I'm a boss, never jockey for position
Now I'm in the trap, whippin' in the kitchen
Now I stack that paper and my diamonds glisten
They tried to tell me but I never listen
And I'm a boss, never jockey for position
Now I'm in the trap, whippin' in the kitchen

Written by:
Horst Christian Simco, Patrick Houston, Ryan Haynes

Publisher:
Lyrics © Songtrust Ave

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