Black Da Dealer - Stacks In My Pockets Lyrics
I'm all about my moneyNigga hate me 'cause I'm all about my moneyThe hoe love me 'cause they know I'm getting moneyEvery day I stay humbleEvery day I'm in that trap hustlingCan't you tell that a nigga about his money?I got stacks all in my pockets, racks all in my jeansI be riding around my city in that coupe looking so cleanI said my whip looking so mean, I'm all about that creamI got rocks all in my Robins, I got stacks all in my jeansI'm all about my moneyNigga hate me 'cause I'm all about my moneyThe hoe love me 'cause they know I'm getting moneyEvery day I stay humbleEvery day I'm in that trap hustlingCan't you tell that a nigga about his moneyI got stacks all in my pockets, racks all in my jeansI be riding around my city in that coupe looking so cleanDiamond round my wrist, man, my shit buy the whole dealAnd I got your ***** with me, drop her ass off about 3I'm all about my moneyNigga hate me 'cause I'm all about my moneyThe hoe love me 'cause they know I'm getting moneyEvery day I stay humbleEvery day I'm in that trap hustlingCan't you tell that a nigga about his moneyI got stacks all in my pockets, racks all in my jeansI be riding around my city in that coupe looking so cleanDiamond round my wrist, man, my shit buy the whole dealAnd I got your ***** with me, drop her ass off about 3Man, I'm in the trap and I still move that cashHella got this strap, man, I got no time to relaxTime to react and I hit your ass up quickDon't give a ***** about y'all niggas, me and my niggas on some gorilla shitI'm all about my moneyNigga hate me 'cause I'm all about my moneyThe hoe love me 'cause they know I'm getting moneyEvery day I stay humbleEvery day I'm in that trap hustlingCan't you tell that a nigga about his moneyI got stacks all in my pockets, racks all in my jeansI be riding around my city in that coupe looking so cleanI said my whip looking so mean, I'm all about that creamI got rocks all in my Robins, I got stacks all in my jeansI be riding around that foreign, haters, I ignore themI don't ***** with these rap niggas, they hoes behind closed doorsShe go in and trap, 'now it's time to reload'gold spinning all on my wrist'man, I'm tryna get richBricks all on my kitchen, throw back *****es, they with meMan, these niggas so slow, I hit that nigga with a remixG shit, man, y'all niggas see me in the streets they gonna do shitI'm all about my moneyNigga hate me 'cause I'm all about my moneyThe hoe love me 'cause they know I'm getting moneyEvery day I stay humbleEvery day I'm in that trap hustlingCan't you tell that a nigga about his moneyI got stacks all in my pockets, racks all in my jeansI be riding around my city in that coupe looking so cleanI said my whip looking so mean, I'm all about that creamI got rocks all in my Robins, I got stacks all in my jeans
