Stack It Up (feat. Meek Mill)

Pull up on you, blowing on that loud thing Then do whatever Mr. Chow bring And for them hatin' niggas that's been doubtin' me The money stack it up, it look like Yao Ming Yao Ming, Yao Ming These bitches wanna fuck, and I'm like Yao Ming Yao Ming, Yao Ming The money stack it up, it look like Yao Ming I keep the bands on my wrist Half a mill on my bitch Robbin' jeans saggin' my shit Foreign hoes all on my dick Fuck the law, I could pay for it Fuck the case, I could pay for it 200 pounds a day Nigga all them boys fuckin' pay for it Big titties, fake booty Got a big dick, bitch get to it Young nigga minds I influence DT, they tattooed Got nickels, dimes and drums Too much power in my tongue Too much kush all in my lungs We clean your plate for the crumbs I'm saving up like I want I won look at my charm I'm stretching like Yao Ming, arms my money long Exotic trips to Milan But our heart lit as some phones My paper like Yao Ming These niggas just putting on, for real Pull up on you, blowing on that loud thing Then do whatever Mr. Chow bring And for them hatin' niggas that's been doubtin' me The money stack it up, it look like Yao Ming Yao Ming, Yao Ming These bitches wanna fuck, and I'm like Yao Ming Yao Ming, Yao Ming The money stack it up, it look like Yao Ming Okay I stand tall with that China white Yugh, call that Yao Ming I don't fuck with these pussy niggas They all singing like Al Green We well respected, well connected My money long and my tires clean Gold rimes in my Aston Martin No rollin' bitch 'cause my tires clean New Lamborghini Murc' go skuurt That bullshit you kickin' won't work I'm out Chi-Town, meet my nigga Durk Nigga run up on me wrong Pussy nigga get merked, bang bang nigga White bricks, duckin' from the chain gang nigga Cock back, head shot, brain hang nigga Same weed, brain from your main dame nigga Keep it real, can't tell me they ain't gay nigga Black masks, we ain't never gangbang nigga Matte Black coming through the left lane nigga You a pawn playin' in the chess game nigga F this, straight through yo vest game nigga Hold up, let me slow it down for these fuck boys Weed loud, jewellery loud, we make enough noise Pull up on you, blowing on that loud thing Then do whatever Mr. Chow bring And for them hatin' niggas that's been doubtin' me The money stack it up, it look like Yao Ming Yao Ming, Yao Ming These bitches wanna fuck, and I'm like Yao Ming Yao Ming, Yao Ming The money stack it up, it look like Yao Ming Must be Fat Trel, Alley Boy, Louie V Mob Alley Boy chuck big bank met Sosa at 6 Little Ricky duct tape mob 50 thousand in hunneds Got yo girl kissin' on my stomach She know that the young boy here do numbers Hit 'em one time, bitch lose my number Money too long, don't show no pity A Town dumb bitch this my city Georgia pound, GA my state Home of the Braves, nigga fuck yo city Alley Boy a gold mine, I'm a golden child Nigga, diamond in the dirt With all these DT's in they face And all the LV's on my shirt Money long like Yao Ming That's the chain, that ain't no cream That's K4, that ain't no lean Them fuck niggas, that ain't no team My paper tall and my tape dogs 2 Pac's soul, a new outlaw Play you beat me, hand choppa 50 rounds, face off Pull up on you, blowing on that loud thing Then do whatever Mr. Chow bring And find them hatin' niggas that's been doubtin' me The money stack it up, it look like Yao Ming