Stackin Paper lyrics

[Verse 1]
Stackin' paper like I'm Tony
I get money call me Sconnie
f*ck the haters and the phonies
Cause the rollie on me really why they want me
Pockets fatter with a dope boy, belly like I'm eating ravioli
Riding Maserati cause the force is with me like I'm Obi-Wan Kenobi
If you say that you get it you better show me
I tell 'em get the f*ck back if you didn't know me
And if ever your b*tch be all up on me
I'ma take her to the telly, you never gon' leave her lonely
Now she f*ckin' with it heavy, forever she'll be my homie
Legendary like I'm Kobe
Smoke a backwood while she blow me
Whip the work and call it Toby
n*ggas talkin' yadda-yadda-yadda
I don't give a f*ck, I got a lot of dollars
Breakin' down a zip in back of my Impala
Making all the b*tches holla-holla-holla
I don't give a f*ck, if you ain't with the team
I got them shotta's off of that promethazine
Gettin' rich is real not just a dream
I get to the mula by whatever means

[Chorus]
Stackin' paper like I'm Goldie
I ain't f*ckin' with the phonies
Just because you see me out, don't mean we homies
Don't be actin' like you know me
Exotic cars goin' vroom-vroom-vroom-vroom
Hundred bands on me
If it unique, it only got two seats, room for one b*tch only
That sh*t you be talkin' be too irrelevant
I got on diamonds that's lookin' elegant
Got a good house so I got to get me some medicine
You say you got the vibe but you be f*ckin' with my intelligence
And if I don't got nothin'
We smoking it for the hell of it
I got a connect and he from Connecticut
f*ckin' with hoes with proper etiquette
n*ggas be missin' me with the rhetoric
[Verse 2]
Stackin' paper like I'm Pablo
Be hyped the homie call him Ralo
Make a hit up out of fifth Hennessy and snatch a [?] up out the bottle
Tellin' me to slow the pace and throw the race
But I be goin' full throttle
On my di*k it got a model
Turkey neck it goin' gobble-gobble-gobble
And she got them lips looking like Angela
And them legs is opening, a tarantula
Talkin' sh*t I be sprayin' them like a canister
If not then I'll be throwin' your body over the banister
Then later I'ma go out partyin' with your manager
Cause I'm feelin' kind of c*cky
Get you killed and do it sloppy
Then get some champagne from papi
n*ggas out here thinkin' that they shooters
Off a molly, I can do it off a booter
Who the f*ck you think you is if you ain't Hoover
It don't matter to me cause I got the ruger
Watch I blast the meat up out your taco
Track a n*gga down for money like a narco
Got 'em out here callin' me they capo
Bust and flee the scene like I'm El Chapo

[Chorus]
Stackin' paper like I'm Goldie
I ain't f*ckin' with the phonies
Just because you see me out, don't mean we homies
Don't be actin' like you know me
Exotic cars goin' vroom-vroom-vroom-vroom
Hundred bands on me
If it unique, it only got two seats, room for one b*tch only
That sh*t you be talkin' be too irrelevant
I got on diamonds that's lookin' elegant
Got a good house so I got to get me some medicine
You say you got the vibe but you be f*ckin' with my intelligence
And if I don't got nothin'
We smoking it for the hell of it
I got a connect and he from Connecticut
f*ckin' with hoes with proper etiquette
n*ggas be missin' me with the rhetoric