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Flames on the beat
I be on the street like 24-7
Tryna make shit possible
Family say I'm irresponsible, so I'm on the move
Catching flights not feelings, fuck these obstacles
Don't know what we do, so they gossipin, so I stay sippin', yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Stack my money right
Stack my money right
Tamale pag'sara zo n doli ma ni bi diɛgi n baaji
Stack my money right
Stack my money right
Ball till I fall
Stack my money right
Stack my money right
Tamale pag'sara zo n doli ma ni bi diɛgi n baaji
Stack my money right
Stack my money right
Ball till I fall
4 AM at the resort
Let the money machine make insults
Talkin' shit about me, right
Make it swing, swing like a seesaw
Different city every weekend, goin' hard, no limits
My bitches from overseas, but I still do dem local gimmicks
Ain't linking up no hoes
I'm smoking in my zone
Ain't picking up my phone
Been scheming all along
Friends fucken turn to foes
Tryna teach them right from wrong
I seen it all, I seen it all, I seen it all
Stack my money right
Stack my money right
Tamale pag'sara zo n doli ma ni bi diɛgi n baaji
Stack my money right
Stack my money right
Ball till I fall
Stack my money right
Stack my money right
Tamale pag'sara zo n doli ma ni bi diɛgi n baaji
Stack my money right
Stack my money right
Ball till' I fall
Coast to coast, searching for my queen
Designer girl, she want go yard
All this shit that she be talkin motivates me, make me go hard
I'm a rap artist, I got shit to do, ain't like you, you ain't got nun to lose
You ain't got shit to loose
That's why I carefully, pick and choose, my lady
Money got the keys to your girl's heart, not me