Black Da Dealer
Black Da Dealer - Stacks In My Pockets songtekst
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I'm all about my money Nigga hate me 'cause I'm all about my money The hoe love me 'cause they know I'm getting money Every day I stay humble Every day I'm in that trap hustling Can't you tell that a nigga about his money? I got stacks all in my pockets, racks all in my jeans I be riding around my city in that coupe looking so clean I said my whip looking so mean, I'm all about that cream I got rocks all in my Robins, I got stacks all in my jeans I'm all about my money Nigga hate me 'cause I'm all about my money The hoe love me 'cause they know I'm getting money Every day I stay humble Every day I'm in that trap hustling Can't you tell that a nigga about his money I got stacks all in my pockets, racks all in my jeans I be riding around my city in that coupe looking so clean Diamond round my wrist, man, my shit buy the whole deal And I got your bitch with me, drop her ass off about 3 I'm all about my money Nigga hate me 'cause I'm all about my money The hoe love me 'cause they know I'm getting money Every day I stay humble Every day I'm in that trap hustling Can't you tell that a nigga about his money I got stacks all in my pockets, racks all in my jeans I be riding around my city in that coupe looking so clean Diamond round my wrist, man, my shit buy the whole deal And I got your bitch with me, drop her ass off about 3 Man, I'm in the trap and I still move that cash Hella got this strap, man, I got no time to relax Time to react and I hit your ass up quick Don't give a fuck about y'all niggas, me and my niggas on some gorilla shit I'm all about my money Nigga hate me 'cause I'm all about my money The hoe love me 'cause they know I'm getting money Every day I stay humble Every day I'm in that trap hustling Can't you tell that a nigga about his money I got stacks all in my pockets, racks all in my jeans I be riding around my city in that coupe looking so clean I said my whip looking so mean, I'm all about that cream I got rocks all in my Robins, I got stacks all in my jeans I be riding around that foreign, haters, I ignore them I don't fuck with these rap niggas, they hoes behind closed doors She go in and trap, 'now it's time to reload 'gold spinning all on my wrist'man, I'm tryna get rich Bricks all on my kitchen, throw back bitches, they with me Man, these niggas so slow, I hit that nigga with a remix G shit, man, y'all niggas see me in the streets they gonna do shit I'm all about my money Nigga hate me 'cause I'm all about my money The hoe love me 'cause they know I'm getting money Every day I stay humble Every day I'm in that trap hustling Can't you tell that a nigga about his money I got stacks all in my pockets, racks all in my jeans I be riding around my city in that coupe looking so clean I said my whip looking so mean, I'm all about that cream I got rocks all in my Robins, I got stacks all in my jeans