Lil Reese, Waka Flocka Flame, Wale - Money Stackin lyrics

Got all these bands, this money I'm stackin
Bitch I'm out here in the field
So it's team no lackin
Got all these bands, this money I'm stackin
Bitch I'm out here in the field
So it's team no lackin
Got all these bands, this money I'm stackin
Bitch I'm out here in the field
So it's team no lackin
Got all these bands, this money I'm stackin
Bitch I'm out here in the field
So it's team no lackin

Niggas playing games
I ain't for none what's crackin?
And I'm out here in the field
So it's team no lackin
I'm off the shit's, i won't stop I'm crackin
Got all these bands, this money I'm stackin
Ain't playing games
We ain't for none what's crackin?


We sliding doors back and
Young niggas clappin racing to the money I'm
Speeding like a rabbit
Got a lot of money try
To take what I'm having
You get clapped up and that's
Faster than a rabbit
On 64th, bitch we what's happening
Try to come through
You get clapped with the Mac
300 shit bitch i been a savage

Got all these bands, this money I'm stackin
Bitch I'm out here in the field
So it's team no lackin
Got all these bands, this money I'm stackin
Bitch I'm out here in the field
So it's team no lackin
Got all these bands, this money I'm stackin
Bitch I'm out here in the field
So it's team no lackin
Got all these bands, this money I'm stackin
Bitch I'm out here in the field
So it's team no lackin

He reach for it that's a dead body
Elmer Fudd, double barrel shotty
My neck rocky and I'm off a molly
My bitch bad with a Buffie body
Young niggas shoot at anybody
All these bands got a nigga cocky
Strapped in the club motherfucker
Lil Reese get him!
Man down, let the piece hit him
Doit broad day and police with him
Yellow tape, let the streets get him
Chalk him out, white sheet did him
Bow bow, I'm bussin' at him
I'm balling hard, no NBA
My bitch a diamond, Lisa Raye
Spend 20k at least a day
Do it weekend nigga? Do it everyday!
She wit me? She go every way
Count this money til' my fingers hurt
When i hit the pussy i bet she squirt
Selling dope, we ain't got to work
Real nigga, no tight shirt
My gun don't work, i got a knife
You disrespect, I'm doing life

Got all these bands, this money I'm stackin
Bitch I'm out here in the field
So it's team no lackin
Got all these bands, this money I'm stackin
Bitch I'm out here in the field
So it's team no lackin
Got all these bands, this money I'm stackin
Bitch I'm out here in the field
So it's team no lackin
Got all these bands, this money I'm stackin
Bitch I'm out here in the field
So it's team no lackin

Lot of paper bring a lot of haters, capeesh?
And the more you make a be the more you make
It ain't sweet but i do me (fasho)
Do i lose sleep? (hell no) if i fall down
Before they start counting I'm
Back on my feet
This that flyraq meet chiraq
No contest with that flow
All of my heads out, with young dreadlocks
Couple real niggas from the 'go
Like i said in one song
Life is lame with no goals
Barely rap about dope
Whenever I don't you niggas ignore
Chop be cooking that crack
And talking hard rock, and talking that snow
Naw, Chop a send me that track
I send that shit back in back of that hearse
Crack ain't something i know
Ain't something i did just keeping it real
As a matter of fact, you never moved crack
But knowing yall rappers a
Probably throw a brick, bitch

Got all these bands, this money I'm stackin
Bitch I'm out here in the field
So it's team no lackin
Got all these bands, this money I'm stackin
Bitch I'm out here in the field
So it's team no lackin
Got all these bands, this money I'm stackin
Bitch I'm out here in the field
So it's team no lackin
Got all these bands, this money I'm stackin
Bitch I'm out here in the field
So it's team no lackin