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chris moronta – money high lyrics

[chorus: .com + reyna]
stack yo money high (money high)
go get them dollas
stack yo money wide (money wide)
forget your problems
stack yo money high (money high)
go get them dollas
stack yo money wide (money wide)
forget your problems like woah

[verse 1: j. moronta]
all the hard work happens when n-bodies watchin’
so if i caught a body while n-bodies really watchin’
would i be good?
would i be free?
if i stack my money high just to buy some weed
if i stack my money high just to buy some clothes
feel fly, get by gotta see these hoes
do you feel me though?
do you feel me though? (nah)
you gotta stack yo money high
and go and play it smart
lil’ n-gg- keep it cool
and go and play your part
till you ready for it all
cause them sunny days is never shinin’
till you really see the fall, lawd
reason why you learn from experience
these n-gg-s actin’ funny word to eddie they ‘delirious’
all the f-ckin’ talkin’ and the yappin’, man i never take it serious
no money in the convo, what’s the reason of me hearin’ it?
they tryna block yo way take the blocks from the pyramid
but when you steady buildin’, you out hustle all the negatives
hustle all the negatives, out hustle all the negatives

[verse 2: nik]
f-ck sh-t up then i leave
yeah i got what you need
scorsese on the scene, all my ‘goodfellas’ with me
this fly sh-t is a state of mine, can you survive in this state of mind?
readin’ the news to keep up with times
publicized lies just to cover our eyes
ganged up, ganged up
you don’t see the mob ties
in the streets the police they be chargin’
serve to protect but regardless
you lookin’ out for yours, yours and theirs
in the end, well it all depends
will color skin be innocent?
yeah in the end gotta make them m’s

[hook: nik]
it’s like dolla dolla bill
get yo commas commas mills
get your guala on the first
and feed your momma on the first
it’s like dolla dolla bill
get yo commas commas mills
get your guala on the first
and feed your momma on the first

[verse 3: .com]
stack my pennies, its the hardaway
young caesar, every 50 cent
dreaming on a 500 benz
d-mn right ‘die tryin’ it’
what i think of success?
“yes it do sucks”
sacrifice every moment to be self owned
own owned
everything that shine baby ain’t gold no, gold no
if i could i would love just to rome rome rome
take it back to ‘the cool’
my ‘paris, tokyo’ yo
you could be my ‘superstar’ star
whipping down the boulevard hard
if i play my cardz cardz
will i flush my heart
be the jack of all trades
stack my papes
hiding my face
the ace of spade
cause i hex you like a soccer black
white agons, i’m kicking facts
if you only had one goal
stack your dollars till it molds

[outro]
i’m coming out monday, i ain’t giving y’all tuesday…
(tuesday)…
but i can’t complain about money
a b-tch is on it!
nah i’m serious!
nah i’m serious!
smoke my head off…

- chris moronta lyrics

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