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stack bundles - i'll holla lyrics

intro: stack bundles
i’m getting too much cash
i’ll holla
i’m living way too fast
i’ll holla
and yea a n-gga tryna slow down but the time ain’t now so love
i’ll holla

verse 1:
listen, the plan is clearer than smirnoff
i’m tryna get these squares off
but groupie n-ggas keep talking my ears off
i tell them if it ain’t about a dollar
i ain’t got time to chat with you n-ggas, i’ll holla
gotta be about kitty, when it comes to stack
no penny pinching sh-t, better come with stacks
i done sold more trees than a lumberjack
i done had more hooos than liono from the thundercats
the younger cats love my raps
identify with a trapper
ballin and he dapper
no wifey, you could call him a bachelor
my broads got stds, they’ll clap ya
an actor, i’m far from doggy
i smell something fishy and its far from porgy
thats the scale, feds tryna get a collar
i ain’t got time for jail so tell em i’ll holla

chorus: stack bundles
i’m getting too much cash
i’ll holla
i’m living way too fast
i’ll holla
and yea a n-gga tryna slow down but the time ain’t now so love
i’ll holla
i, i, i, i’ll holla
ma, you got em open he looking like “i’ll holla”
you tryna dance
he keep tugging on your pants
ma, please turn around and tell him that i’ll holla

verse 2: stack bundles
holla at your guala
the top don dada
pop my collar
don, when i leave ya follow
homie, one way to see if i gotta
taste test mine, don’t waste that you gotta swallow
nautica thermal, with my chains on, chain gang!
tavernati my jeans, i do the d-mn thing
without spring break, i show the world how
baking soda and some water make girl gone wild
crocodile or gator, either way they maurie
f-ck em now or later, b-tches all adore me
mister twice, son i’m bored with orgies
kiss the girl and make em cry, young georgie porgie
gorgeous gangster or whatever you call me
take a picture, snapshot, record me
i’m spending till it ain’t none left
think i’m stopping don’t hold your breath, i’ll holla

verse 3: lil wayne
first things first, rest in peace stack bundles
now watch me get up in they -ss like crack bundles
no h0m-
from the home of the black gumbo
big rockets on the block, but no motumbo
hollygrove thats my f-ckin jungle
and i’m pulling on the money till it scream “uncle”
tug of war, f-ck a war if it ain’t bout money
and they could never run they south cause i will out run em
like relay
i huste everyday
like r-i-c-k
ross
horses 12 no v8
get lost on the freeway
call me lil ea
the son of le trey
n-ggas wana g hate
you never see me hate
i swear i could speed chase until my f-ckin feet ache
lost my n-gga stacks, left me with some heartache
but if there is a heaven for a g, i’ll holla

verse 4: stack bundles
hit the strip club blowin thousands of dollars
end of the night i’m leaving with something, like i’ll holla
try prada, i’m mr.red tag
keep a bird by my side like mr.mcnabb
she like stack, “they don’t do it like you do”
skulls round my neck like i’m practicing voodoo
black magic, a rabbit out the hat
show you how to get a carrera out the trap
these young boys don’t spit it like stack
they don’t hustle, they just be around sh-t like a pack
it’s the youngin with the c-cky flow
and in the words of king jaffe joe: “i’ll holla”

- stack bundles lyrics

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