lil jay – stack or starve lyrics
[ hook lil jay ] money money yeah i get a lot of dough, team no cuffin yeah i f-ck a lot of hoes, that dopey dopey dope yeah thats all i smoke all i know is stack or starve man i can’t go broke x2
[verse 1: polo] hoes hoes man i f-ck a lot thots, which one of you want polo scotts, count all this cash cus i get a lot duck in the cut b-tch dont get shot, hoes hoes man i f-ck a lot thots, which one of you want polo scotts, count all this cash cus i get a lot duck in the cut b-tch dont get shot, last night i f-cked a model she ain’t mexican i call her taco she only eat rice that body bite tho, big -ss flat stomach like ryfo which one of you trynna spend the night tho f-ck her once and leave her like a typo no lackin’ i got a ryfo yeah my white ho
[hook lil jay] money money yeah i get a lot of dough, team no cuffin yeah i f-ck a lot of hoes, that dopey dopey dope yeah thats all i smoke all i know is stack or starve man i can’t go broke x2
[verse 2: lil jay] money money yeah i get a lot of cash i be flexin hard i spend in a sec then i get it back you n-ggas talk about the sh-t you never had choose a truck fit b-tch check out my swag i be poppin stacks thottiana with me and that b-tch gon knock me back you be wiffin ugly thots man that sh-t is sad shout of broski swag of the mollies to the max when i swag im fulla ten all off myy money i be countin i spend it i be flexin hard ridin all the 60’s they call me double o cus i stack up double digits im a real -ss n-gga ain’t no compet-tion bad b-tch with me and she asian and that brain is so amazing she gon find out where you stay homie bakin im all up paper chasin statement ( double o)
[hook lil jay] money money yeah i get a lot of dough, team no cuffin yeah i f-ck a lot of hoes, that dopey dopey dope yeah thats all i smoke all i know is stack or starve man i can’t go broke x2
[verse 3: kam] to much for tonight and one more tomorrow bring them hoes out yea bring them by the carlo i swag on ten to all the girls in parlo you d-ckin switchin get that head shorty got a swallow and my main b-tch bad that ain’t no doubt red bottom heal like she stomp a b-tch out she work hard for her money to spend it on me thats gucci,ferragamo, and aldebandi im livin like a star all my n-ggas on top with hit the mall again racked out we never stop everybody know we in top of the buildin my finger itchin yea we finna make a k!llin
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