Stacks

Stacks - M.i.a. lyrics

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(feat. Diddy) 



[Intro: Diddy] 

MIAMI BITCH! Aiyyo Stack$! Yo Stevie you readie? 

Represent where we from! They call me Diddy! 

MIA!.. MIA! As we proceed! 



[Verse: Stack$] 

Uh, Unda the palm trees or in the SoBe Live 

Sipping Dom P, and I don't need to talk 

The money do that for me, keep shaking it 

I like the way you do that honey 

Watch em work, take a wiff 

You know I got that purp 

Chicks waitin' in the car and they poppin' percs 

And roofies, while Im in the club on the hunt for a groupie 

To do me and her, after tonight I ain't seein' her 

I'm tryin' to find a freak for me and her 

But I got to strap up, Shorty got a 1000 miles on her 

Fuck around and have me peeing puss 

I'm just joking, rolling up smoking 

2 steppin' round the club rum and cokin' 

2 winks and a drink and she open 

Talking bout how she like Girls, Girls, Girls 



[Chorus] 

I like the sun, I love the beaches 

I keep it pimpin' shake all the leaches 

All y'all in Cali, keep hittin' switches 

Down in the dirty, keep diggin' ditches 

I'm in the MIA 

You know where to find me [x2] 



I'm in the MIA 

Throw it up if you with me [x2] 

Don't find yourself MIA 



[Verse: Stack$] 

This fo' my G's in the MIA 

I can't forget ya, Riding big in them 76's 

Coupdavilles, Young boys shootin' to kill 

On the porch, doing them pills 

Don't get it confused 

I'm addicted to the money, cars, women and booze 

This is just like you, you know this man 

So don't get lit up like the dro in his hand 

I'm all that and, a extra clip 

Not from the hood, but in the hood they respect a pimp 

So I stroll on by with a extra limp 

Hold my head real high like a stand up guy 

Wealthy, arrogant and I'm fly 

Strapped in the Phantom and I'm high 

Like my ho's brainless and my weed lime 

If it ain't on 24's then we don't ride, right? 



[Chorus] 



[Verse: Stack$] 

Tight from head to toe when you see me 

Getting' treated like the president in privé 

STACKS, You know the name mean money 

Spell it right ma I put some Cris in ya tummy 

You like it, Yeah, You excited, Uh huh 

I got some kush you wanna roll it up and light it, Okay 

I'm from the home of the speed boats and C-Notes 

Dolphins, the heat, and cheap coke 

Black cars and brink trucks when we roll 

Haters get sick around him 'cause he's cold 

And keep loads of millionaire floosies 

My life's like a movie, you dudes don't move me 

I'm too hot for TV, Drop the top on the phantom, oooh 

You got to see me 

Polished and waxed, beeping at broads 

They want a ménage, fuck me and my cars, and that's hard! 



[Chorus] 



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