Rick Ross - Stack On My Belt Lyrics
[Intro: Birdman]Self-Made n-ggas man, you already knowI remember we use to watch the coke dryNow a n-gga crib gotta a boat dockMMG navy n-gga, high tide sellersD.C. air-force, G-5s are better, you already know n-ggaAll gold sky-dwellers, fly n-gga shitBel Air sippin', Ciroc pissin', foreign car dippin'Young black millionaires n-gga, we build the empires[Hook: Rick Ross]I spend a stack on my belt, I swear you n-ggas are watchingI gave a stack to my *****, she the shit out the projectSpend a stack on my belt, therefore you *****es are stalkingA half a mill on the car, that's why you n-ggas are talkingSpend a stack on my belt, as if you think I was floggingSpend a stack on my belt, and you could still see my boxersSpend a stack on my belt, that how I blew your depositsStack on the belt, double M this shit popping[Verse 1: Rick Ross]Spend a stack on my belt, got *****es asking my nameSpend a stack on the belt, she like f-ck how we cameDouble r in the front, ya'll n-ggas stay in your laneSpend a stack on my belt, don't even ask 'bout the changeSpend a stack on the belt, cause I knew she a wifeSpend a stack on the belt, cause my fooleys on timeSpend a stack on the belt, I got your ***** on my mindThe world is mine[Hook: Rick Ross]I spend a stack on my belt, I swear you n-ggas are watchingI gave a stack to my *****, she the shit out the projectSpend a stack on my belt, therefore you *****es are stalkingA half a mill on the car, that's why you n-ggas are talkingSpend a stack on my belt, as if you think I was floggingSpend a stack on my belt, and you could still see my boxersSpend a stack on my belt, that how I blew your depositsStack on the belt, double M this shit popping[Verse 2: Wale]Spend a stack on my belt, better tell these rappers to chillHold up that's Hermes, more H than a B-more trap, that’s for realAnd I got mosquino, Ye know that R.I.P. flow, here goThat type of freak show, with three shows that we don't need no more helpThat Givenchy go for three, just me Rozay and the cliqueI make these *****es suck on Cs, you make them suck on there teeth, let's get itRalph, Klauph, meow, they bounce, we hit, ab-lib, your *****, her mouthStack on the belt, just know that's nothing to meMy soldiers real in the 'ville, you WWEOf course we see them punks faking, but we leave them slump shakingDon't believe your cane stories, I should leave ya'll undertakingA stack on my belt, 250 my rideWent from renting these mother-f-ckers to owning 4 with no milesI pray my souls is in tact, passion in the bulk of my rhymeAnd when I hit that heat game I'm this close to LeBronI'm gone[Hook: Rick Ross]I spend a stack on my belt, I swear you n-ggas are watchingI gave a stack to my *****, she the shit out the projectSpend a stack on my belt, therefore you *****es are stalkingA half a mill on the car, that's why you n-ggas are talkingSpend a stack on my belt, as if you think I was floggingSpend a stack on my belt, and you could still see my boxersSpend a stack on my belt, that how I blew your depositsStack on the belt, double M this shit popping[Verse 3: Whole Slab]I'm burning the back, I'm swerving MaybachI Versace my belt, I done Hermes my flagGot a stack around my waist, keep my ***** on the leashShe goin' eat this head up, on this dick she goin' feastTime f-ck with the pleats, my place is packedRed hoes in my stable, ya my babies is badShe spent a stack on my belt, now she calling me father[?] Balenciagas, giving mollies to modelsI manage these strippers, Giuseppe's with zippersPlaying with the whole slab, n-ggas started with n-ggasRose gold on my wrist, rose gold on my shadesSpend a stack on my belt, 100 done on my face[Verse 4: Birdman]Spend a stack on my belt, so I could stunt when I shineGet the mac off the shelf, keep these pussies in lineSpend a stack on my belt, 10 at the barBlow a mill on a whip serving n-ggas that rawSpend a stack on the belt, Versace my kindPut 5 on his life, put 5 in his mindSpend a stack on the belt, ***** we the real n-ggasPlaques on the wall, born to kill n-ggas - BLAAAT~![Outro]Stack on that belt, ho {M-M-M}Stack on that belt, ho {M-M}Spend a stack on the belt, hoGotta stack for the freak show, on her knees and she open like a {DYKE}Double M, YMCMB boy - BLAAAT~! {Maybach Music}
