Rick Ross, Whole Slab, Wale, Birdman - Stack On My Belt lyrics

Self Made niggas man, you already know
I remember we use to watch the coke drop
Now a nigga crib got a boat dock
MMG Navy nigga, high tide sellers
DC air Force, G5s are better
You already know nigga
All gold sky-dwellers, fly nigga shit
Belaire sippin', Ciroc pissin'
Foreign car dippin'
Young black millionaires nigga
We build the empires

I spend a stack on my belt
I swear you niggas are watching
I gave a stack to my bitch
She the shit out the project
Spend a stack on my belt
That's for you bitches who stalking
A half a mil' on the car
That's for you niggas who talking
Spend a stack on my belt
As if you think I was flogging
Spend a stack on my belt
And you could still see my boxers
Spend a stack on my belt
That's how I blew your deposit's
Stack on the belt, double M
This shit popping

Spend a stack on my belt
Got bitches asking my name
Spend a stack on the belt
She like fuck how we came
Double R in the front
Young niggas stay in your lane
Spend a stack on my belt
Don't even ask 'bout the chain
Spend a stack on the belt
Cause I knew she a wife
Spend a stack on the belt
Cause my foolies on time
Spend a stack on the belt
I got your bitch on my mind
Huh, the world is mine (M-M-M-Maybach Music)

I spend a stack on my belt
I swear you niggas are watching
I gave a stack to my bitch
She the shit out the project
Spend a stack on my belt
That's for you bitches who stalking
A half a mil' on the car
That's for you niggas who talking
Spend a stack on my belt
As if you think I was flogging
Spend a stack on my belt
And you could still see my boxers
Spend a stack on my belt
That's how I blew your deposit's
Stack on the belt, double M
This shit popping

Spend a stack on my belt
Better tell these rappers to chill
Hold up, that's Hermes, more H
Than a B-more trap, that's for real
And I got Mosquino
Ye ain't know that RIP flow? Here it go
Let's have a freak show with three shones
And we don't need no more help
That Givenchy go for three, just me
Rozay and the Gleesh
I make these bitches suck on seeds
You make them suck on they teeth
Let's get it
Ralph, clout, we out, they bounce
We here, at LIV, your bitch, her mouth
Stack on the belt
Just know that's nothing to me
My soldiers real in the field, you WWE
Of course we see 'em punks faking
But we leave them slumped, shaking
Don't believe y'all Kane stories
I should leave y'all undertaking
A stack on my belt, 250 my ride
Went from renting these muh'fuckers to
Owning four with no miles
I pray my soul is intact
Passion in the bulk of my rhyme
And when I hit that Heat game
I'm this close to LeBron i'm gone

I spend a stack on my belt
I swear you niggas are watching
I gave a stack to my bitch
She the shit out the project
Spend a stack on my belt
That's for you bitches are stalking
A half a mil' on the car
That's for you niggas who talking
Spend a stack on my belt
As if you think I was flogging
Spend a stack on my belt
And you could still see my boxers
Spend a stack on my belt
That how I blew your deposit's
Stack on the belt, double M
This shit popping

I'm burning a bag, I'm swerving Maybach
I Versace'd my belt, I done Hermes my flag
Got a stack 'round my waist
Keep my bitch on a leash
She gon' eat this head up
On this dick she gon' feast
Tom Ford with the pleats, my blazer is plaid
Red hoes in my stable, yeah my babies is bad
Just spent a stack on my belt
Now she calling me father
Stingray Balenciagas
Giving mollies to models
I manage these strippers
Giuseppe's with zippers
Playing with the whole slab
Nigga started with nickels
Rose gold on my wrist, rose gold on my shades
Spend a stack on my belt
A hun'dun on my face

Spend a stack on my belt
So I could stunt when I shine
Get the MAC off the shelf
Keep these pussies in line
Spend a stack on my belt, ten at the bar
Blow a mil' on a whip
Serving niggas that raw
Spend a stack on the belt, Versace my kind
Put five on his life, put five in his mind
Spend a stack on the belt
Bitch we them real niggas
Plaques on the wall, born to kill nigga
Blatt!

Yah, yah, yah (yeah)
Yah, yah, stack on that belt, hoe
Stack on that belt, hoe
Spend a stack on the belt, hoe
Got a stack for the freak show
On her knees and she open like a dyke!
Double M, YMCMB boy, blatt!