I'm stackin' whip automatic
Cruisin with a bitch she the baddest
You worried 'bout shit that don't matter
Imma run this shit 'til the wrist with a patek
Imma run it up Imma run it up up
Flip switch end of ya
Imma take a lift that ain't indica
Wit a bad bitch her name India
From the same mud but I made it out clean
You ain't cut from this cloth
Forty on the jean
A movie scene nigga living out a dream
It ain't no peace 'til the neck glistening
Blood, sweat, work thats the shit they can't handle
Made it out the dirt like shaking out the sandle
Was little money now the money come ample
Built this shit alone, nah I built it with my mans tho
Brick by brick like motherf*cking Legos
My lil niggas getting money they don't play-dough
Was underground where they wanted me to stay
But I spun that shit around like DJ tables
Whole team eat, used to nothing on the table
Beep beep get the f*ck up out my way yo
I be that nigga making banger after bango
Got the whole damn team yelling ayee
I'm stackin' whip automatic
Cruisin with a bitch she the baddest
You worried 'bout shit that don't matter
Imma run this shit 'til the wrist with a patek
Imma run it up Imma run it up up
Flip switch end of ya
Imma take a lift that ain't indica
Wit a bad bitch her name India
These days I'm burning up like a matchbook
I be leaving the scene and all you seeing is mad soot
Behind my back I know they giving me mad looks
Won't get distracted a magnet to this macbook
Hard to catch I'm on jets you staying your ass put
Catchin cases need a shelf for them fat books
I don't fight evenly frequently have that ass cooked
Try to compete with me, listen bro that's a bad look
Try to pretend they learned how to be men
I'm sure enough I aint perfect but certain I'll make these ends
Disrespecting women like they wasn't f*cking birthed from 'em
Humble yourself just maybe then you can learn from 'em
Birkin or Louis V, deserve it I'll get you these
My woman be looking perfect on purpose that's heavenly
Best way to get laid, throw on Forty Degrees
Best way to get paid, bury your enemies like
I'm stackin' whip automatic
Cruisin with a bitch she the baddest
You worried 'bout shit that don't matter
Imma run this shit 'til the wrist with a patek
Imma run it up Imma run it up up
Flip switch end of ya
Imma take a lift that ain't indica
Wit a bad bitch her name India
Andy the Chef - Stackin' Lyrics
Andy the Chef - Stackin' Lyrics
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I'm stackin' whip automatic
Cruisin with a bitch she the baddest
You worried 'bout shit that don't matter
Imma run this shit 'til the wrist with a patek
Imma run it up Imma run it up up
Flip switch end of ya
Imma take a lift that ain't indica
Wit a bad bitch her name India
From the same mud but I made it out clean
You ain't cut from this cloth
Forty on the jean
A movie scene nigga living out a dream
It ain't no peace 'til the neck glistening
Blood, sweat, work thats the shit they can't handle
Made it out the dirt like shaking out the sandle
Was little money now the money come ample
Built this shit alone, nah I built it with my mans tho
Brick by brick like motherf*cking Legos
My lil niggas getting money they don't play-dough
Was underground where they wanted me to stay
But I spun that shit around like DJ tables
Whole team eat, used to nothing on the table
Beep beep get the f*ck up out my way yo
I be that nigga making banger after bango
Got the whole damn team yelling ayee
I'm stackin' whip automatic
Cruisin with a bitch she the baddest
You worried 'bout shit that don't matter
Imma run this shit 'til the wrist with a patek
Imma run it up Imma run it up up
Flip switch end of ya
Imma take a lift that ain't indica
Wit a bad bitch her name India
These days I'm burning up like a matchbook
I be leaving the scene and all you seeing is mad soot
Behind my back I know they giving me mad looks
Won't get distracted a magnet to this macbook
Hard to catch I'm on jets you staying your ass put
Catchin cases need a shelf for them fat books
I don't fight evenly frequently have that ass cooked
Try to compete with me, listen bro that's a bad look
Try to pretend they learned how to be men
I'm sure enough I aint perfect but certain I'll make these ends
Disrespecting women like they wasn't f*cking birthed from 'em
Humble yourself just maybe then you can learn from 'em
Birkin or Louis V, deserve it I'll get you these
My woman be looking perfect on purpose that's heavenly
Best way to get laid, throw on Forty Degrees
Best way to get paid, bury your enemies like
I'm stackin' whip automatic
Cruisin with a bitch she the baddest
You worried 'bout shit that don't matter
Imma run this shit 'til the wrist with a patek
Imma run it up Imma run it up up
Flip switch end of ya
Imma take a lift that ain't indica
Wit a bad bitch her name India
Cruisin with a bitch she the baddest
You worried 'bout shit that don't matter
Imma run this shit 'til the wrist with a patek
Imma run it up Imma run it up up
Flip switch end of ya
Imma take a lift that ain't indica
Wit a bad bitch her name India
From the same mud but I made it out clean
You ain't cut from this cloth
Forty on the jean
A movie scene nigga living out a dream
It ain't no peace 'til the neck glistening
Blood, sweat, work thats the shit they can't handle
Made it out the dirt like shaking out the sandle
Was little money now the money come ample
Built this shit alone, nah I built it with my mans tho
Brick by brick like motherf*cking Legos
My lil niggas getting money they don't play-dough
Was underground where they wanted me to stay
But I spun that shit around like DJ tables
Whole team eat, used to nothing on the table
Beep beep get the f*ck up out my way yo
I be that nigga making banger after bango
Got the whole damn team yelling ayee
I'm stackin' whip automatic
Cruisin with a bitch she the baddest
You worried 'bout shit that don't matter
Imma run this shit 'til the wrist with a patek
Imma run it up Imma run it up up
Flip switch end of ya
Imma take a lift that ain't indica
Wit a bad bitch her name India
These days I'm burning up like a matchbook
I be leaving the scene and all you seeing is mad soot
Behind my back I know they giving me mad looks
Won't get distracted a magnet to this macbook
Hard to catch I'm on jets you staying your ass put
Catchin cases need a shelf for them fat books
I don't fight evenly frequently have that ass cooked
Try to compete with me, listen bro that's a bad look
Try to pretend they learned how to be men
I'm sure enough I aint perfect but certain I'll make these ends
Disrespecting women like they wasn't f*cking birthed from 'em
Humble yourself just maybe then you can learn from 'em
Birkin or Louis V, deserve it I'll get you these
My woman be looking perfect on purpose that's heavenly
Best way to get laid, throw on Forty Degrees
Best way to get paid, bury your enemies like
I'm stackin' whip automatic
Cruisin with a bitch she the baddest
You worried 'bout shit that don't matter
Imma run this shit 'til the wrist with a patek
Imma run it up Imma run it up up
Flip switch end of ya
Imma take a lift that ain't indica
Wit a bad bitch her name India
Writer: A. Jones
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