(feat. Mannie Fresh)


First I'm going to stack my flow 

Then I'm going to stack some more 

Close shop then I do my count 

Hide the rest of the yams at my auntie house 

Get fresh and jump in one of them cars 

Hit the club and get one of them broads 

It's a wrap we on the way to the house 

By 3:45 I'll be kicking her out



Patty cake patty cake microwave 

These suckas make a square, god damn I'm paid 

I'm so cool but I'm so hot and I'm so fly and you is so not 

Show me what your working with, just like that 

Turn around, bend over, bring it back 

Snowman and Mannie Fresh bring it back 

So Mannie Fresh and Snowman, it's a rap 



Wrap it up in the club, ya I'm so crazy 

These other rappers actors like Patrick Swayze 

I try to tell them but these niggas aint hear me 

Mossberg pump, i'm riding shotgun literally 

Live from the projects, you know what it is 

Hey Snowman can I get an adlib 

Get the club crunk, cant take that from me 

A drop ya, still got a lil jon money 



First I'm going to stack my flow 

Then I'm going to stack some more 

Close shop then I do my count 

Hide the rest of the yams at my auntie house 

Get fresh and jump in one of them cars 

Hit the club and get one of them broads 

It's a wrap on the way to the house 

By 3:45 I'll be kicking her out



I see you lookin, what you looking at 

Catch Snowman in the kitchen with his cooking ass

I'm so clean but I'm so grimey 

So dirty but yet I'm so shiney 

My nigga, Kiki B told me me finish my meal 

Def jam 7 figures we can finish the deal 

Some say I lucked up I call it perfect timing 

Nigga, I can't lose the whole city's behind me 



First I'm going to stack my flow 

Then I'm going to stack some more 

Close shop then I do my count 

Hide the rest of the yams at my auntie house 

Get fresh and jump in one of them cars 

Hit the club and get one of them broads 

It's a wrap on the way to the house 

By 3:45 I'll be kicking her out



I got million dollar dreams and federal nightmares 

We pop chris my niggas and still drink beer 

What did you expect man I came from nothing 

Real street niggas wouldnt change for nothing 

Got my nigga out the hood, it's such a wonderful feeling 

Three car garage with the twelve foot ceilings 

It ought to be a crime just to feel this good 

I swear it ought to be a crime just to be in this hood 



First I'm going to stack my flow 

Then I'm going to stack some more 

Close shop then I do my count 

Hide the rest of the yams at my auntie house 

Get fresh and jump in one of them cars 

Hit the club and get one of them broads 

It's a wrap on the way to the house 

My 345 I be king of the house