Yung Lean - More Stacks lyrics
Jonatan Aron Leandoer Håstad
[Yung Lean - More Stacks lyrics]
Shawty, roll up, I'm a smoker
We gon' fly high, they below us
Bitch, I'm running on the road
To the money bus
My wings fold up, smokin' winter lungs
My boys roll up, rollin' honey blunts
I got pills look like rainbows in my tour bus
More cash
More stacks and there's more for us
Money foreign in my pocket and it's for us
I got bands in my Louis bags
Bags under my eyes lean up in the club
I'm smoking wind and getting fried
Fuck-fuck-fuck these other guys
I'ma do this till I die
Pink polo dirty stacks 24 7, 9-5
I need a new ring and I need another pill
Still in Yoshi City, rollin'
Rollin' down a hill
I need a new high and I need a new life
I need a hundred million roses
On me when I die
Shawty, roll up, I'm a smoker
We gon' fly high, they below us
Bitch, I'm running on the road
To the money bus
My wings fold up, smokin' winter lungs
My boys roll up, rollin' honey blunts
I got pills look like rainbows in my tour bus
More cash
More stacks and there's more for us
Money foreign in my pocket and it's for us
For us, for us more stacks for us
Shawty, roll up, I'm a smoker
We gon' fly high, they below us
Bitch, I'm running on the road
To the money bus
My wings fold up, smokin' winter lungs
My boys roll up, rollin' honey blunts
I got pills look like rainbows in my tour bus
More cash
More stacks and there's more for us
Money foreign in my pocket and it's for us
For us, for us more stacks for us
We gon' fly high, they below us
Bitch, I'm running on the road
To the money bus
My wings fold up, smokin' winter lungs
My boys roll up, rollin' honey blunts
I got pills look like rainbows in my tour bus
More cash
More stacks and there's more for us
Money foreign in my pocket and it's for us
I got bands in my Louis bags
Bags under my eyes lean up in the club
I'm smoking wind and getting fried
Fuck-fuck-fuck these other guys
I'ma do this till I die
Pink polo dirty stacks 24 7, 9-5
I need a new ring and I need another pill
Still in Yoshi City, rollin'
Rollin' down a hill
I need a new high and I need a new life
I need a hundred million roses
On me when I die
Shawty, roll up, I'm a smoker
We gon' fly high, they below us
Bitch, I'm running on the road
To the money bus
My wings fold up, smokin' winter lungs
My boys roll up, rollin' honey blunts
I got pills look like rainbows in my tour bus
More cash
More stacks and there's more for us
Money foreign in my pocket and it's for us
For us, for us more stacks for us
Shawty, roll up, I'm a smoker
We gon' fly high, they below us
Bitch, I'm running on the road
To the money bus
My wings fold up, smokin' winter lungs
My boys roll up, rollin' honey blunts
I got pills look like rainbows in my tour bus
More cash
More stacks and there's more for us
Money foreign in my pocket and it's for us
For us, for us more stacks for us
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