HAVOK

Ima stack that money 
Ima stack that money, baby that’s for show
I got plenty of bitches. I got plenty hoes.
Why you talking about money? 
Pussy boy you broke 
I get the money. I’m running it up.
I’m sipping muddy it’s fucking me up
Hop out the big body sluts in the truck
I’m tryna fuck like baby what’s up?
You ain’t got money just stop that shit
You ain’t got money boy stop
You ain’t got money boy stop that shit
You ain’t got money boy stop

Racks on racks on rack on racks on rack on racks on racks on racks on
I hit that bitch from the motherfucking back
She’s screaming my name when I get up in that
Rock that shit is black on black
Pussy Don’t you talk like that
Like that bitch that ass real fat
Baby girl, I’m trying to get up in that
Bitch, I’m with the five star
Driving in that fast car
Geekin off that wockhardt
Leave him red light pasta
Ooo she’s such a baby goo goo ga ga 
I love Sippin drop yeah that’s muddy drop
Why you talk like that? 
Cmon not like that 
Why you talk like that? 

Ima stack that money 
Ima stack that money, baby that’s for show
I got plenty of bitches. I got plenty hoes.
Why you talking about money? 
Pussy boy you broke 
I get the money. I’m running it up.
I’m sipping muddy it’s fucking me up
Hop out the big body sluts in the truck
I’m tryna fuck like baby what’s up?
You ain’t got money just stop that shit
You ain’t got money boy stop
You ain’t got money boy stop that shit
You ain’t got money boy stop

Bitch, I got money in my pockets know you need that
All these hoes pocket watching all you fuckers phening
All you fuckers phening 
As a kid
As a kid, this was my dream 
And they all told me to keep dreaming
Now I’m doubling their funds
Bitch, I’m one of onr and all these pussies they my sons 
All these boys don’t like me
They could never be zvch 
All these hoes gonna hype me
Just to get a follow back

Ima stack that money 
Ima stack that money, baby that’s for show
I got plenty of bitches. I got plenty hoes.
Why you talking about money? 
Pussy boy you broke 
I get the money. I’m running it up.
I’m sipping muddy it’s fucking me up
Hop out the big body sluts in the truck
I’m tryna fuck like baby what’s up?
You ain’t got money just stop that shit
You ain’t got money boy stop
You ain’t got money boy stop that shit
You ain’t got money boy stop

STACKDATMONEY (feat. zvch) prod. NXRTH

DOGMA

#BEEBEE

PRODUCED BY LVUSM & GINSENG

VID: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RzdS2vaHYH4

WELCOME TO MY WORLD.

Ohhh
Yeah
Yeah
Yea

It’s all in motion 
Yea it’s all in motion yea
I been on my grown shit
I ain’t mean to hold you back
I been feeling broken 
Yea jus wait till it’s in tact
I been tryna love you
But I can’t run dis back back back back back back yo
Ba-ba-
Ba-uh-yeah-ohh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, Yeah, yeah, yeah, woah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, Yeah, yeah, yeah, ohh

I can’t run this back
But I need your company
I been on my own
I can hear ‘em come for me
She just wanna know
Why I got this luxury
Love you on the low
Yeah this shit jus’ ‘ain love to me
I pop my shit one time, and I get too up
I pop my shit one time, it gets too lit yeah
Imma shoot my shot lil bitch, I don’t need no assist
And I run to the racks, okay, I run like this

It’s all in motion
Yea it’s all in motion yea
I been on my grown shit
I ain’t mean to hold you back
I been feeling broken 
Yea jus wait till it’s in tact
I been tryna love you
But I can’t run dis back back back back back back yo
Ba-ba-
Ba-uh-yeah-ohh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, Yeah, yeah, yeah, woah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, Yeah, yeah, yeah, ohh

Back back back back back back yo
Ba-ba-
Ba-uh-yeah-ohh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, Yeah, yeah, yeah, woah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, Yeah, yeah, yeah, ohh

ALL IN MOTION

f33l.

PROD. LVUSM

Lyrics

(Skrrr, Woah)
I might say I love you bae
But I don’t trust that hoe
Walk outside ima up that flame
Yea ima clutch that hoe
Oh my God I don’t feel the same 
I don’t even feel no more
Woah
I gotta stack them bands cause I do
Im off xans what bout you
Speaker playing through the room
Had this shit all in my hands 
But I didn’t have no clue
Now I’m piped up through the roof
Now I’m piped up to the moon
Yeah they told me I couldn’t do this shit
Now look at what I do
Look at the shit that I got 
It’s a lot, yeah for the win
Coming hot with the gang
I’m on top, shoot like Dame
From the drop, I'm insane 
But I’m locked
Lately I’m fucking around but I’m feeling alive
I cannot fuck with that bitch cos she killing my vibe
I just be clutchin that pole, let artillery fly
I just been staring at you 
Why my head in the sky
Yeah we gotta go 
I might back out the bach 
I might fuck with the Phantom
I’m feeling alone
So I go pour the deuce in the muhfuckin Fanta
Yeah I’m on a roll
I go hit after hit 
Hope the gun it dont jam up
I hope that bitch know
The way that she do me, she leaving me damaged 

I’m running them bands up
I’m laughing my ass off
Cos she wants some bands yuh
She taking her pants off
Saying I love you
I’m doing this hands off
You see when I try hard
That lil bitch done ran off
I’m like lately I’m having my way
I’m like lately my heart outta space
I’m like lately lil baby I’m dozin off
When you not showing your face
I been moving like this shit a race
I been moving like I ain’t got time
Cos it’s only just me in my way
Skeee
Woah
I might say I love you bae
Walk outside and up that flame
Oh my God I don’t feel the same 
I don’t even feel no more

DAMAGE

talk my talk, bitch
talk my talk, cus niggas wont do that for me
i take the pack ousside, hollon my junkie showin
i told em pick a side, ion got time to be blowin
(lets go)
im turnin they heads when young nigga walk in the door
im swervin it, yea, i cant even stay onna road
im high as a bitch, i cant even get high onna low
im high fasho, im high fasho
i be livin in the DAW you could prolly find me in imago
i be livin like a dog, i be sippin on the gran malo
young nigga tryna ball, run a play with mis hermanos
yea, throw money in the air, nigga i feel like a baller
this aint yo money out here, nigga you prolly got nada
i got head knockas, i got real choppas, yes i been got em
youn like the way i move, guess we got a real problem
-------
talk my talk, bitch
talk my talk, cus niggas wont do that for me
i take the pack ousside, hollon my junkie showin
i told em pick a side, ion got time to be blowin
(im finna talk my shit) (talk!) (talk!)
im finna talk my shit
yea, swerve in an impala
i ain worried bout none of them problems
im jus worried bout chasin a dollar
get a bag, my nigga fuck allat
count up rack my nigga, want allat
roll up the pack, get high off the odor
puffin that old ahh green called yoda (oh, yea yeah)
shout out og, my nigga i owe em
keepin it P, i pour up the four
im talkin that shit till im 6' in the floor

#BEEBEE

bib sama.

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