Future - GOLD STACKS lyrics

Nayvadius DeMun Wilburn

[Future - GOLD STACKS lyrics]

(DMC, you global now, nigga)
I just need some 'cause I already
Got one with the seal, nigga
Yeah, I got one in the cut with a seal, yeah
Yeah

Step on a nigga, nigga
Step on a nigga in some all white ones, nigga
Fuckin' on your bitch, holdin' on my gun
Yeah (Woo)
Fuck the plug, I just ran through a ton, uh

I don't wanna shoot no dice
Unless we bettin' gold stacks, nigga
Bet a ten, shoot a ten
My twin servin' dog food
Go and ask the promoter
I charge three-fifty for a walkthrough
(Pluto)
Back to back in Saudi Arabia, I charged 15
(Woo) three mil' just to talk, nigga
That's all I got
I just stepped on a bitch in Chanel Number 9
I just stepped up her swag
Now she all buss down
I'm a rich junkie, yeah
All these drugs I buy

Bitch, blow a nigga top before
You blow my high (A nigga top)
Had my scammers with me too
They lettin' these hundreds fly
Throw some hundreds like ones
Make a straight girl bi
She just fucked me in front of her friends
Told me she was shy
And she eatin' whatever I tell her
That's a gumbo vibe (Eat it)
I ain't even gotta say nothin'
This ho look at me like God
How much you paid for that
Jumbo Patek? Four twenty-five
(No, that's four-fifty, for real)

I don't wanna shoot no dice
Unless we bettin' gold stacks, nigga
Bet a ten, shoot a ten
My twin servin' dog food
Go and ask the promoter
I charge three-fifty for a walkthrough
Back to back in Saudi Arabia, I charged 15
Three mil' just to talk, nigga
That's all I got
I just stepped on a bitch in Chanel Number 9
(yeah) i just stepped up her swag
Now she all buss down
I'm a rich junkie, yeah
All these drugs I buy

I done talked so much shit
My problems can't even think (What he say?)
I start talkin' so many numbers
They callin' me the bank (yeah)
Want me a pint
I'ma call Dr phil for that drank (yeah)
I give 'em a brick and uh
They gon' leave you stank (yeah)
Free my nigga Chuck
I told him we gettin' a billion off the top
We don't even wanna know who shot at you
We wipin' off a block
Over one thousand shells
They gon' hear about it tomorrow
Ain't no time to negotiate
We got them bails, fuck a clock
I'm The Wizard, nigga
I can turn the trap into a star
I'm in the real rare, nigga, automobile
That's a double R
I done came out the field, I work a stick
Fuck a guitar
You ain't got enough to gamble then
You can put up your car

I don't wanna shoot no dice
Unless we bettin' gold stacks, nigga
Bet a ten, shoot a ten
My twin servin' dog food
Go and ask the promoter
I charge three-fifty for a walkthrough
Back to back in Saudi Arabia, I charged 15
Three mil' just to talk, nigga
That's all I got
I just stepped on a bitch in Chanel Number 9
I just stepped up her swag
Now she all buss down
I'm a rich junkie, yeah
All these drugs I buy

(yeah, step on a nigga, nigga)
(Step on a nigga in some all white ones
Nigga, Fuckin' on your bitch, holdin'
On my gun, yeah, woo)
(Fuck the plug, I just ran through a ton, uh)

(Unless we bettin' gold stacks, nigga)
(I don't wanna shoot no dice
Unless we bettin' gold stacks, nigga)
(I don't wanna shoot no dice
Unless we bettin' gold stacks)

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