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Swag swag Stacks on deck shit bring Money gang shit ho Stacks on deck boys Young shorty 20000 in my pocket Another thousand in my wallet We do this all the time, we fly private Yea yea we fly private Number real niggas Gold chains, and a couple mills nigga Number real niggas Gold chains, and a couple mills nigga Flexin’ flexin’ Money stackin’ nigga Flexin’ yea Money stackin’ nigga Off top nigga, don't fucking play Stacks On Deck boys, bitch yeah we in this thing Money Gang, tat that shit up off my armored ring On my chain, fifty diamonds standing money bling Ching, ching, I done cashed out like a jackpot And I'm big dog flexing like Sandlot In my hood, man we stack them shit's by four blocks Letras de cancionesI'm turned up, and we get them by the C-knots C notes, cut throat with my campaign Fifty racks make it rain, make it hurricane Young Dre, I go hard and I spit flame Off top, money boy's in this thing Money stackin’ nigga We flexin’ Let real nigga Gold chains, and a couple mills nigga Flexin’, bublin’ Turnt up, money stackin’ (1000) Pull up to the party, it's time to have some fun Standing on the couch, and I'm throwing funds Stripper bitches on me, it ain't nothing though Do this every fucking night, all across the globe I hop up on the jet, it's time to cash out I hop up in that Vet', it's time to smash out My homeboy copped a Ferrari, so I copped a jet I threw thirty racks on my fucking neck I pull up to the trap, to finesse I call my young nigga and he hit the plug Now we in the trap, pulled up off mud I pulled up in that Lambo', skurt' scrub We in this thing Yeah we in this thing We in this thing Yeah we in this thing We in this thing, yeah we in this thing In this thing, yeah we in this thing In this thing, yeah we in this thing Yeah we in this thing, me and my nigga's in this thing From Letras Mania