MONEY STACKS

[Intro: Big Myke & POETIK]
God damn, where your money at?
Where your money at?
Where your money at?
Where my money at?
Where your money at?
Make your type of raps make me wanna stack

[Verse 1: POETIK]
Loot stackin' out the trunk, man, I'm up before the sunrise
By midday up two G's
I'll flip that six times in two weeks
You lames wan' bone thugs but y'all just can't creep up on the come-up like a G
6-8-5, that's the war cry (oh)
Get cross-eyed if you tryna cross I
Smoked up [?] on well
Bitch, I don't need a record deal, I sign myself
For The Ville, that's the label, better watch your step
Only statements that I touch are these raw [?] checks
A-P-I-A, we heartless
I ain't [?] let you fuckin' rap, niggas, we from the darkness
Run up in your apartment, you ain't built for that life
I love my people but don't fuck with me now
Always on the grind, most definitely
Run me my money, ho, give me that equity

[Chorus: Big Myke & POETIK]
God damn, where your money at?
Where your money at? (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Where your money at? (Mr. 48!)
Make your type of raps make me wanna stack (Yessir!)

[Verse 2: Big Myke]
I'm a sandal nigga just to let you know
I'm from the east of the tank, bitch, we gettin' dough
Affiliated with these niggas that be crippin'
Those choppers let loose, 33's, no pimpin', ho
Send a bitch overseas just to chase a chick
Double back, run it up, bitch, we on a jet
You can tell I'm 'bout my money 'cause my wrist glowin'
Hunnid round kick back, run you out your shit, ho
[?] up from my uso from the 6-8-5
Tell me if we got beef then we all gon' ride
So much money, I count it 'til my finger hurts
Gotta play my cards right 'cause you gon' get easily murked
I'm 'bout my money, you ain't never gotta question that
Paper boy, paper route, we chasin' fat checks
I'm 'bout my money, you ain't never gotta question that
Paper boy, paper route, we chasin' fat checks

[Verse 3: POETIK & Big Myke]
Six million ways to mob, stay on your ...
Six million ways to mob, stay on your job
[?]
And we gettin' rich, back to smoke hits from the bong
Put a wine up, filet mignon, run it with this, ayy
(Where your money at?) [?]
Heard you was tryna fight me, [?], but you ain't like me, huh?
Get it poppin' when this shit go down
Trunk tag when we gotta throw down, nigga, blaow
[?]'s dreams got me milli-dollar dreamin'
And I'ma proud of [?] village [?] 'cause [?] my demons
Stripes fuckin' my [?]
I don't reach for the stars, bitch, I just shine
Lose your teeth, no façade, you can meet Allah
From the streets where we ride, H-6-8-5 (woah)
Slow-mo like the Osama rally
Up the truth, Samoan, Samoa, a nigga salute

[Chorus: Big Myke & POETIK]
God damn, where your money at?
Where your money at?
Where your money at? (yeah)
Make your type of raps make me wanna stack
God damn, where your money at?
Where your money at?
Where your money at?
Where my money at?
Where your money at?
Make your type of raps make me wanna stack, nigga