Stack It Up

[Chorus: Alley Boy]
Pull up on you blowin' on that loud thing
Then do whatever Mr. Chow bring
And for them hatin' niggas that's been doubtin' me
The money stack it up, it look like Yao Ming
Yao Ming, Yao Ming
These bitches wanna fuck and I'm like Yao Ming
Yao Ming, Yao Ming
The money stack it up, it look like Yao Ming

[Verse 1: Alley Boy]
Got fifty bands on my wrist, half a mill in my bitch
She droppin jean sag on my shit, foreign hoes all on my dick
Fuck the law, I could pay for it, fuck the case
I could pay for it, two-hundred rounds a day
Nigga, all them boys, fuck it, pay for it
Big titties, fake booty
Got a big dick, bitch, get to it
Young nigga minds I influence
DT, they tattooed
We got dig dimes and drone
Too much power in my tongue
Too much kush all in my lungs
We clean and play for the chrome
I'm savin up like I won, I won, look at my charm
I'm scratchin' like Yao Ming, always my money long
As I took to Milan but hardly answer phones
My paper like Yao Ming, these niggas just puttin' on
For real

[Chorus: Alley Boy]
Pull up on you blowin' on that loud thing
Then do whatever Mr. Chow bring
And for them hatin' niggas that's been doubtin' me
The money stack it up, it look like Yao Ming
Yao Ming, Yao Ming
These bitches wanna fuck and I'm like Yao Ming
Yao Ming, Yao Ming
The money stack it up, it look like Yao Ming

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Alley, what up? Meek Millie
Yeah, okay, I stand tall with that China white
Uh, call that Yao Ming
I don't fuck with these pussy niggas
They all singin' like Al Green
We well respected, well connected
My money long and my Car's clean
Gold rims in my Aston Martin
No rollin', bitch, 'cause my car's clean
New Lamborghini Murc go skrrr
That bullshit you kickin' won't work
I'm out in Chi town, meet my nigga Durk
Nigga run up on me wrong
Pussy nigga get murked, bang-bang, nigga
White bricks duckin from the chain gang, nigga
Cock back, head shot, brain hang, nigga
Same week, brain from ya main thing, nigga
Keep it real, can't tell me they ain't gang niggas
Black masks, we ain't never gang bang, nigga
Matte Black comin' through the left lane, nigga
You a pawn playin' in a chess game, nigga
FN straight through your vest game, nigga
Hold up, let me slow it down for these fuck boys
Weed loud, jewelry loud, we make enough noise

[Chorus: Alley Boy]
Pull up on you blowin' on that loud thing
Then do whatever Mr. Chow bring
And for them hatin' niggas that's been doubtin' me
The money stack it up, it look like Yao Ming
Yao Ming, Yao Ming
These bitches wanna fuck and I'm like Yao Ming
Yao Ming, Yao Ming
The money stack it up, it look like Yao Ming

[Verse 3: Alley Boy]
Must be Fat Trel, Alley Boy, Louie V Mob
Alley Boy talk a big bank bet that the Sosa at 6, little Ricky duct tape 'em all
Fifty-thousand in hunger
Got your girl kissin' on my stomach
You know that the young boy here do numbers
Hit 'em one time, bitch, lose my number
Runnin' too long, gon' show no pity
A-Town don, bitch, this my city
Georgia power, she ate my state
Home of the brave, nigga, fuck your city
Alley Boy a gold mine, I’mma golden child
Nigga, diamond in the dirt
With all these DT's in they face and all the LV's on my shirt
Money long like Yao Ming, that's the chain, that ain't no green
That's K roll, that ain't no lean
To a fuck nigga that ain't no team
My paper tall and my tape dogs
2Pac's on, new outlaw
Play with me, hand chopper
Fifty rounds, face off

[Chorus: Alley Boy]
Pull up on you blowin' on that loud thing
Then do whatever Mr. Cho bring
And for them hatin' niggas that's been doubtin' me
The money stack it up, it look like Yao Ming