Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Stack on My Belt, artist - Rick Ross. Date of issue: 16.09.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Stack on My Belt |
| 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 |
| D.C. Air Force, G-5s 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 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 deposits |
| 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 fooleys on time |
| Spend a stack on the belt, I got your bitch on my mind |
| Huh, the world is mine |
| 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 deposits |
| 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 R.I.P. |
| flow? |
| Here it go |
| That type of freak show with three shones |
| Then we don’t need no more help |
| That Givenchy go for three, just me Rozay and the clique |
| I make these bitches suck on Cs |
| You make them suck on they teeth, let’s get it |
| Ralph, clout, we out, they bounce |
| We hit, ad-lib, your bitch, her mouth |
| Stack on the belt, just know that’s nothing to me |
| My soldiers real in the 'ville, you WWE |
| Of course we see them, 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 motherfuckers to owning 4 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 deposits |
| Stack on the belt, double M, this shit popping |
| I’m burning the 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 the 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 |
| She 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, 10 at the bar |
| Blow a mil' on a whip, serving niggas that raw |
| Spend a stack on the belt, Versace my kind |
| Put 5 on his life, put 5 in his mind |
| Spend a stack on the belt, bitch we them real niggas |
| Plaques on the wall, born to kill nigga |
| Blatt! |
| Yeah |
| 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! |
| (Maybach Music) |