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twista - stackin paper lyrics

[verse 1]
stackin’ paper like i’m tony
i get money call me [?]
f-ck the haters and the phonies
cause the rollie on me really why they want me
pockets fatter with a dope boy, belly like i’m eating ravioli
riding maserati cause the force is with me like i’m obi-wan ken0bi
if you say that you get it you better show me
i tell ’em get the f-ck back if you didn’t know me
and if ever your b-tch be all up on me
i’ma take her to the telly, you never gon’ leave her lonely
now she f-ckin’ with it heavy, forever she’ll be my homie
legendary like i’m kobe
smoke a backwood while she blow me
whip the work and call it toby
n-ggas talkin’ yadda-yadda-yadda
i don’t give a f-ck, i got a lot of dollars
breakin’ down a zip in back of my impala
making all the b-tches holla-holla-holla
i don’t give a f-ck, if you ain’t with the team
i got them shotta’s off of that promethazine
gettin’ rich is real not just a dream
i get to the mula by whatever means

[chorus]
stackin’ paper like i’m goldie
i ain’t f-ckin’ with the phonies
just because you see me out, don’t mean we homies
don’t be actin’ like you know me
exotic cars goin’ vroom-vroom-vroom-vroom
hundred bands on me
if it unique, it only got two seats, room for one b-tch only
that sh-t you be talkin’ be too irrelevant
i got on diamonds that’s lookin’ elegant
got a good house so i got to get me some medicine
you say you got the vibe but you be f-ckin’ with my intelligence
[?]
we smoking it for the h-ll of it
i got a connect and he from connecticut
f-ckin’ with hoes with proper etiquette
n-ggas be missin’ me with the [?]

[verse 2]
stackin’ paper like i’m pablo
[?] call him ralo
make a hit up out of fifth hennessy and sn-tch a [?] up out the bottle
tellin’ me to slow the pace and throw the race
but i be goin’ full throttle
on my d-ck it got a model
turkey neck it goin’ gobble-gobble-gobble
and she got them lips looking like angela
and them legs is opening, a tarantula
talkin’ sh-t i be sprayin’ them like a canister
if not then i’ll be throwin’ your body over the banister
then later i’ma go out partyin’ with your manager
cause i’m feelin’ kind of c-cky
get you k!lled and do it sloppy
then get some champagne from papi
n-ggas out here thinkin’ that they shooters
off a molly, i can do it off a booter
who the f-ck you think you is if you ain’t [?]
it don’t matter to me cause i got the ruger
watch i blast the meat up out your taco
track a n-gga down for money like a narco
got ’em out here callin’ me they capo
bust and flee the scene like i’m el chapo

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