Chasing after green
You know I want the money
Tell yo bitch don't come my way
I only want the money
I'm just tryna stack my cash
Get it out the mud
I want it so Ima go get it
Oooh I'm bouta stack it up
Stack it up
(Ooohhh)
I get it
I flip it
I stack it
They see cash now they all like what happened
I came up I'm winning nigga
And I want a mill so Ima go stack it
Stack it up
Stack it up
Stack it up
Stack it up
Stack it up
(Ooohhh)
Stack It Up
Presidential blue benjis let's run em up
17 on the move runnin up the clout
You don't get it like us what you talkin bout
Run it up like Young Dolph on a paper route
You want beef then them glizzy we'll pull em out
I remember my pockets was in a drought
PNB yeah I feel like that nigga now
I use all the hatin as l movation
I might f*ck on yo hoe thats deep penetration
I write every S wit a punctuation
You don't know what I mean you ain't gettin no paper
My gang yeah they with me and they got my back
We ain't taking no more yeah we came up from that
I needed some cash so I flipped me a pack
Now they call me obese cause my stay pockets fat
Lost some real niggas we gon hold it down
These niggas be talkin but all of em clowns
My circle stay tight like a whole hunnit round
No Waka Flocka but we love that gun sound
Stay elevated from the top not ground
I keep a hitta and he tote a trey pound
They smell them bands then they all come around
But f*ck it lets stack it
It's our time now
Chasing after green
You know I want the money
Tell yo bitch don't come my way
I only want the money
I'm just tryna stack my cash
Get it out the mud
I want it so Ima go get it
Oooh I'm bouta stack it up
Stack it up
(Ooohhh)
I get it
I flip it
I stack it
They see cash now they all like what happened
I came up I'm winning nigga
And I want a mill so Ima go stack it
Stack it up
Stack it up
Stack it up
Stack it up
Stack it up
(Ooohhh)
Mackmilly I stack it up
We run up them digits no algebra
I still got them feens at my cellular
You snitch and i'm shooting the messenger
Im really tired of these pussy ass niggas
They beefing they don't want the figures
Still on the block all of my niggas
You come for our bread and then we poppin triggers
We'll pop yo asss like a jigga
Break a nigga down like a swisher
Then skirt off to his sister
Nigga my dick only thing that kissed her
Still coming with the same
Put you on the news u want fame
Like a picture you can get cropped out
No bottles bitch we brought the glocks out
But its
Back to the paper
If money is a bitch I will chase her
Don't ask for no hand outs or favors
That running and jumping still can't duck this laser
Boonk blunt in rotation
Still keep the tool like maintenance
Money coming I'm impatient
Young 17 we tryna make it
Lil Liel - Stack It Up (feat. Mack Milly) Lyrics
Lil Liel - Stack It Up (feat. Mack Milly) Lyrics
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Chasing after green
You know I want the money
Tell yo bitch don't come my way
I only want the money
I'm just tryna stack my cash
Get it out the mud
I want it so Ima go get it
Oooh I'm bouta stack it up
Stack it up
(Ooohhh)
I get it
I flip it
I stack it
They see cash now they all like what happened
I came up I'm winning nigga
And I want a mill so Ima go stack it
Stack it up
Stack it up
Stack it up
Stack it up
Stack it up
(Ooohhh)
Stack It Up
Presidential blue benjis let's run em up
17 on the move runnin up the clout
You don't get it like us what you talkin bout
Run it up like Young Dolph on a paper route
You want beef then them glizzy we'll pull em out
I remember my pockets was in a drought
PNB yeah I feel like that nigga now
I use all the hatin as l movation
I might f*ck on yo hoe thats deep penetration
I write every S wit a punctuation
You don't know what I mean you ain't gettin no paper
My gang yeah they with me and they got my back
We ain't taking no more yeah we came up from that
I needed some cash so I flipped me a pack
Now they call me obese cause my stay pockets fat
Lost some real niggas we gon hold it down
These niggas be talkin but all of em clowns
My circle stay tight like a whole hunnit round
No Waka Flocka but we love that gun sound
Stay elevated from the top not ground
I keep a hitta and he tote a trey pound
They smell them bands then they all come around
But f*ck it lets stack it
It's our time now
Chasing after green
You know I want the money
Tell yo bitch don't come my way
I only want the money
I'm just tryna stack my cash
Get it out the mud
I want it so Ima go get it
Oooh I'm bouta stack it up
Stack it up
(Ooohhh)
I get it
I flip it
I stack it
They see cash now they all like what happened
I came up I'm winning nigga
And I want a mill so Ima go stack it
Stack it up
Stack it up
Stack it up
Stack it up
Stack it up
(Ooohhh)
Mackmilly I stack it up
We run up them digits no algebra
I still got them feens at my cellular
You snitch and i'm shooting the messenger
Im really tired of these pussy ass niggas
They beefing they don't want the figures
Still on the block all of my niggas
You come for our bread and then we poppin triggers
We'll pop yo asss like a jigga
Break a nigga down like a swisher
Then skirt off to his sister
Nigga my dick only thing that kissed her
Still coming with the same
Put you on the news u want fame
Like a picture you can get cropped out
No bottles bitch we brought the glocks out
But its
Back to the paper
If money is a bitch I will chase her
Don't ask for no hand outs or favors
That running and jumping still can't duck this laser
Boonk blunt in rotation
Still keep the tool like maintenance
Money coming I'm impatient
Young 17 we tryna make it
You know I want the money
Tell yo bitch don't come my way
I only want the money
I'm just tryna stack my cash
Get it out the mud
I want it so Ima go get it
Oooh I'm bouta stack it up
Stack it up
(Ooohhh)
I get it
I flip it
I stack it
They see cash now they all like what happened
I came up I'm winning nigga
And I want a mill so Ima go stack it
Stack it up
Stack it up
Stack it up
Stack it up
Stack it up
(Ooohhh)
Stack It Up
Presidential blue benjis let's run em up
17 on the move runnin up the clout
You don't get it like us what you talkin bout
Run it up like Young Dolph on a paper route
You want beef then them glizzy we'll pull em out
I remember my pockets was in a drought
PNB yeah I feel like that nigga now
I use all the hatin as l movation
I might f*ck on yo hoe thats deep penetration
I write every S wit a punctuation
You don't know what I mean you ain't gettin no paper
My gang yeah they with me and they got my back
We ain't taking no more yeah we came up from that
I needed some cash so I flipped me a pack
Now they call me obese cause my stay pockets fat
Lost some real niggas we gon hold it down
These niggas be talkin but all of em clowns
My circle stay tight like a whole hunnit round
No Waka Flocka but we love that gun sound
Stay elevated from the top not ground
I keep a hitta and he tote a trey pound
They smell them bands then they all come around
But f*ck it lets stack it
It's our time now
Chasing after green
You know I want the money
Tell yo bitch don't come my way
I only want the money
I'm just tryna stack my cash
Get it out the mud
I want it so Ima go get it
Oooh I'm bouta stack it up
Stack it up
(Ooohhh)
I get it
I flip it
I stack it
They see cash now they all like what happened
I came up I'm winning nigga
And I want a mill so Ima go stack it
Stack it up
Stack it up
Stack it up
Stack it up
Stack it up
(Ooohhh)
Mackmilly I stack it up
We run up them digits no algebra
I still got them feens at my cellular
You snitch and i'm shooting the messenger
Im really tired of these pussy ass niggas
They beefing they don't want the figures
Still on the block all of my niggas
You come for our bread and then we poppin triggers
We'll pop yo asss like a jigga
Break a nigga down like a swisher
Then skirt off to his sister
Nigga my dick only thing that kissed her
Still coming with the same
Put you on the news u want fame
Like a picture you can get cropped out
No bottles bitch we brought the glocks out
But its
Back to the paper
If money is a bitch I will chase her
Don't ask for no hand outs or favors
That running and jumping still can't duck this laser
Boonk blunt in rotation
Still keep the tool like maintenance
Money coming I'm impatient
Young 17 we tryna make it
Writer: Kaliel Green, Brian Mack
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid