Money Stacks - Gucci Mane

I got money stacked

Like dirty clothes

I love the kids

But I don’t love the hoes

Fuck wit ya, boi

Shop wit ya folks

She say she love me

But she just love rolls

I got money stacks

Like dirty clothes

And I don’t love her

She love my dirty dros

And if the game slow up

I’m back to flipping O’s

And I got bricks of blow

And sixty pounds of dope

R.I.P to my old hoes, say hello to my new friends

Bad chick with the red bottoms, we pull up in a brand new Benz

Foolish whip like Shawty Lo

I got foolish money, little shorty knows

My money growing like a Chia pet, our first date Lenox Mall

Our second date was shrimp & steak, our third date was hella great

Hella money, I sell hella weight

I got a big estate, with a huge lake

Helicopter with a pilot, Maybach with a driver

Bedroom with a kitchen in it, might wake up and cook a nine up

Or a deuce up for a four way

Got short money, it’s no play

Got fifty pounds off that gas pack

You can smell this shit from the driveway

Sold this shit in like two days, been waiting on it like nine days

I’m a trap nigga, street living legend

Get my grass cut by like nine jays

Well I came up from a fifty slab

I’m bad with English but good with math

I went from Texaco trying to catch a trap

To Manhattan trying to catch a cab (what)

Well they lock me up and they let me go

I’m balling on ya like Plaxico (hah)

Got jelly beans, got collard greens, got all good kinds of vegetables

I’m highly paid and successful

Imma cook it up and get extras

Got a bank-roll, no pressure

If ya owe me I won’t stress ya

Professor teaching lectures

Better pull up this semester

Might learn something if you listen to me

If ya knew better do better

I’m a go-getter, I’m a gorilla

She ain’t do nothin' if I ain’t let her

I ain’t finished living, you penny pinchin'

I’m talking to my investors

I’m walking round, I’m talking loud

I’m smoking loud, got cheddar

Your side of town, my side of town

My birds fly any weather