Matt Boss - Stacks

When it comes to music I'm going all in
If I take an L then I take it on the chin
But I never do, all I do is win
If you got the aux then give this shit a spin
Yeah I'm in the Beamer but I need that vette
Homie said be a rapper I'm like ok bet
Now I smoke a beat like a cigarette
Bars be so hot that it making my mic sweat

All about the money, all about the stacks
Pockets too full, can't fit all the racks
Don't care about awards, don't care about the plaques
See me walk around, with these stacks

Moneys like a drug, so I chase the high
Eyes on my cheddar and I watch it multiply
Chasing that bag I gotta win the race
I'm running after it at Kipchoge pace
Watch me sprint the entire marathon
Never have an off day I'm always on
Trying to catch up, I'm already gone
One day Columbus, next day Milan

All about the money, all about the stacks
Pockets too full, can't fit all the racks
Don't care about awards, don't care about the plaques
See me walk around, with these stacks

I'm really out here building an empire
Fulfilling my lifetime desire
Sheesh! the boss really on fire
Yea the bankroll big but I gotta run it higher
Need a big ole house with a big ole gate
Grab it by horns I'm not leaving it to fate
On my debut I don't understand the hate
Now I make a rapper move they release date

Written by:
Matthew Brehm

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