Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Stack It Up, artist - Bando Jonez. Date of issue: 26.10.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Stack It Up |
| Yeah |
| Oh |
| Bando Jonez, you know we gotcha |
| This ones for the hustlers |
| Migos! |
| To get money niggas |
| Get money bitches, yeah |
| Young Rich Niggas |
| Stacking all of my dough |
| Designer tag on our jeans and all of our clothes |
| Wherever I go, my cup stay full of lean |
| Me and my team chasing this dough |
| Dead presidents |
| We counting like accountants on the floor |
| Stack it up |
| 40billion Benjamins that I want |
| Designer tag on our jeans and all of our clothes |
| Wherever I go, my cup stay full of lean |
| Me and my team chasing this dough |
| Dead presidents |
| We counting like accountants on the floor |
| Stacking all this money, yeah |
| Stack it up |
| My team got wrecked with her |
| Him back with her like seatbelt |
| Keep strap with her |
| Your boy stay fresh as fuck |
| VVS the cut |
| Yeah, my diamonds accurate |
| Trap boys been backing him |
| Lil Cory, I been driving foreign whips |
| Still taking foreign trips |
| My story as a child |
| They know that I stay grinding |
| Inner city |
| Oakland City where you’d probably find him |
| Yeah, I’m all about my paper priceless |
| Like a diamond |
| In the dirt, but they done washed me off |
| So now I’m blinded |
| Yeah, yeah |
| Stacking all of my dough |
| Designer tag on our jeans and all of our clothes |
| Wherever I go, my cup stay full of lean |
| Me and my team chasing this dough |
| Dead presidents |
| We counting like accountants on the floor |
| Stack it up |
| 40billion Benjamins that I want |
| Designer tag on our jeans and all of our clothes |
| Wherever I go, my cup stay full of lean |
| Me and my team chasing this dough (Yo) |
| Dead presidents |
| We counting like accountants on the floor (Offset Migos) |
| Stacking all this money, yeah (Migos) |
| I’m stacking my money (Stacking my money) |
| I’m grinding, I’m hungry (Grind!) |
| Taking a trip to Bahamas (Huh?) |
| Where was you when I was robbing for hunnits? |
| (Where was you?) |
| Cheetah Giuseppe, I’m walking Jumanji (Jumanji) |
| They taking my formula |
| No you ain’t cloning me (no you ain’t clonin' me) |
| I climbed the mountain |
| But I don’t got no wings on me (huh) |
| I’ll be running a brick O for a 10 a key (brick!) |
| And we got rich, you know its a miracle (we rich) |
| Double XL, they asking for interviews (double XL) |
| Trapper turned rapper, so now I’m an artist (woo!) |
| I’ll run to the money but I am not Forrest |
| Takeoff! |
| Cavalli, Versace, got silk on my body |
| Spanish bitch, her name is Rosci |
| I put her on roxy’s |
| She calling me Papi (what else?) |
| She gon' bring her lil friend |
| We gon' run 'round the lobby (oh!) |
| You wanna ride passenger seat in an Audi (uh) |
| You wanna ride passenger seat in Bugatti (you wan') |
| You wanted them heels with the red on the bottom (the red) |
| I’m at the top, but started from the bottom (ha-ha!) |
| And I done came a long, (yeah) long way (go) |
| That bitch she wasn’t fucking with me when I didn’t have shit (Migos!) |
| Made it, I’m rich, get the fuck out my face (Quavo) |
| Quavo! |
| I told them that I was a rapper |
| Man they didn’t believe me (didn't believe me!) |
| I told that hoe she gon' need me (no) |
| She didn’t believe me (didn't believe!) |
| So my niggas |
| They stayed with me down in the bando (bando!) |
| They know we started from the ground |
| It’s Quality Control (QC!) |
| First time that I hit my lick! |
| Takeoff and Offset ('Set!) |
| Big counting OC |
| Momma always told me to pay the damn rent (momma) |
| Wake up in the morning |
| Gotta hit another lick (lick) |
| Now I ain’t gon' lie |
| Young nigga, I was scared (scared) |
| You can take a whole crumb |
| But I wanna loaf of bread (bread) |
| Niggas always fuck |
| Never really tell it to 'em |
| 'Til I got my G5 |
| Dropped outta high school (G5, dropped outta high school) |
| Ooh |
| Stacking all of my cheese |
| Stacking all of my dope baby |
| I’m stacking all of my cheese |
| Ooh |
| 14 billion Benjamins that I want |
| Benjamins that I want |
| 14 billion Benjamins that I want |
| Benjamins that I want |
| Stacking all the money, yeah |
| Ohh |
| Stacking all my money, yeah |
| Say no, ah |
| Yeah, I’m stacking all of my dough |
| Designer tag on our jeans and all of our clothes |
| Wherever I go, my cup stay full of lean |
| Me and my team chasing this dough |
| Dead presidents |
| We counting like accountants on the floor |
| Stack it up |
| 40billion Benjamins that I want |
| Designer tag on our jeans and all of our clothes |
| Wherever I go, my cup stay full of lean |
| Me and my team chasing this dough |
| Dead presidents |
| We counting like accountants on the floor |
| Stacking all this money, man |