Throwin Stacks (Stacks On Deck)

[Intro]
K.E. on the track

[Chorus: Roscoe Dash]
I got Louie on my belt, Louie on my bag
I got lots of gualla, I be throwin stacks
I got [?] on my [?], a hundred on my [?]
I got lots of gualla, I be throwin stacks
Stacks on deck, [?] check
I got lots of gualla, I be throwin stacks
Got the type of money you never gon' get
I got lots of gualla, I be throwin stacks

[Verse 1: Soulja Boy]
S.O.D., bitch, I know that you heard of me
[?] swag in the club, [?] 30 deep
Shouts out to my nigga J Money, S.O.D
Stay in the club getting the checks, it's a masterpiece
Hating on the squad, [?]
Stacks on deck, throwing money in the [?]
Everywhere I go, I make it fucking rain, dawg
Soulja Boy Tell 'Em, I know you know the name, dawg
Lamborghini, Mazerati, Bentley or thе Benz
[?] up in my coupe, count up all my M's
Pretty boy swag, [?] lеft
Stripes on the side, tell the hater kill yourself

[Chorus: Roscoe Dash]
I got Louie on my belt, Louie on my bag
I got lots of gualla, I be throwin stacks
I got [?] on my [?], a hundred on my [?]
I got lots of gualla, I be throwin stacks
Stacks on deck, [?] check
I got lots of gualla, I be throwin stacks
Got the type of money you never gon' get
I got lots of gualla, I be throwin stacks

[Verse 2: J Money]
I'm mack to mack, can't tell no more
Break the knob, I steal they show
Soulja Boy like you, call me, man, start hitting that ho
Been hitting with that flex
Been killed them with that bow
[?] I'm styling like wow
Money, money, money
Money, that my friend
Jackson and Franklin, and can't forget about Ben
Soulja Boy, J Money, Roscoe, turn it up times ten
K.E. on the track, time to do this again
And I be throwin guallas up
I'm a walking armored truck
[?] Louie, Gucci, how I'm styling [?]
And I be throwin guallas up
I'm a walking armored truck
[?] Louie, Gucci, styling [?]

[Chorus: Roscoe Dash]
I got Louie on my belt, Louie on my bag
I got lots of gualla, I be throwin stacks
I got [?] on my [?], a hundred on my [?]
I got lots of gualla, I be throwin stacks
Stacks on deck, [?] check
I got lots of gualla, I be throwin stacks
Got the type of money you never gon' get
I got lots of gualla, I be throwin stacks

[Verse 3: Roscoe Dash]
R.O.S.C.O.E. money, these pockets stuck on sumo
Blunt so strong, like I bust a swisher, and filled it up with [?]
2020 shawty, catch me chilling up on Pluto
[?] go harder than anybody you know
You know, you know
You know, you know
You know I be flexed up, coolin Lambo, [?] kicking it like Judo
Pour me a little more Goose in please pass me the [?]
I'ma get drunk, then I'm a motherfucking hit the crib, and do the [?]
Two hoes, two hoes
Man, I'm off the chain
You know my moddo, after I swallow, she give two of everything
Louie V condems, we got Louie everything
Rich nigga shit, and all my partners do the same

[Chorus: Roscoe Dash]
I got Louie on my belt, Louie on my bag
I got lots of gualla, I be throwin stacks
I got [?] on my [?], a hundred on my [?]
I got lots of gualla, I be throwin stacks
Stacks on deck, [?] check
I got lots of gualla, I be throwin stacks
Got the type of money you never gon' get
I got lots of gualla, I be throwin stacks