Stacks of Cashe’ Pt 2 by Big Tymers Lyrics
[Intro]
You know we had to come back for that remix woadie
Fa sho its goin dine (Haugh)
[Verse 1: B]
Star and Ceo! What they tombot
I got these platinum and diamonds all up inside me mouf (playboi)
True religions is the only jeans that I wear
I sag em low so that you can see me underwear
I don't be readin' no books cause its just too much work
I'd rather be on I G where I can just stare and lurk
My girl be twerkin' wit her babies in the background
I got an old school on fo's but its always breakin' down
I think I be original takin' my selfie pics
Blowin' smoke out my mouf wit' my middle fingers up trick (Yaah)
Imma get a dress and a wig thats the thing to do
Act a fool and do the coon (do the do the coon)
The richest folks in the world got they money in a bank
But i take pictures with mine and i post em online
I'm a reality show and a world star fiend
My phone get cut off so that I can smoke and drink lean (That Drank)
I claim Im different and its something special bout me
I watch sports, wear flip flops and listen to rnb (ughnn)
I wear sunglasses indoors and ain't no light woadie
I been gettin' money since 1895 woadie (Ha)
Gucci belt stickin' out like im heavyweight champ
Tight shirt with saggin' skinny jeans how you luv that
Smart people grasp all the trollin' and its just evident
The last time I had good credit Eddie Murphy was president
[Chorus]
She said you ain't really stuntin' I said broad please
I'm gone always get you rats because I got this cheese
Wit them stacks of cashe' wit them wit them stacks of cashe'
Wit them stacks of cashe' wit them wit them stacks of cashe'
I lay my stunt down quite flat cuz I was born stuntin'
I make her cry like a squirrel chewin' on an onion
Wit them stacks of cashe' wit them wit them stacks of cashe'
Wit them stacks of cashe' wit them wit them stacks of cashe'
You know we had to come back for that remix woadie
Fa sho its goin dine (Haugh)
[Verse 1: B]
Star and Ceo! What they tombot
I got these platinum and diamonds all up inside me mouf (playboi)
True religions is the only jeans that I wear
I sag em low so that you can see me underwear
I don't be readin' no books cause its just too much work
I'd rather be on I G where I can just stare and lurk
My girl be twerkin' wit her babies in the background
I got an old school on fo's but its always breakin' down
I think I be original takin' my selfie pics
Blowin' smoke out my mouf wit' my middle fingers up trick (Yaah)
Imma get a dress and a wig thats the thing to do
Act a fool and do the coon (do the do the coon)
The richest folks in the world got they money in a bank
But i take pictures with mine and i post em online
I'm a reality show and a world star fiend
My phone get cut off so that I can smoke and drink lean (That Drank)
I claim Im different and its something special bout me
I watch sports, wear flip flops and listen to rnb (ughnn)
I wear sunglasses indoors and ain't no light woadie
I been gettin' money since 1895 woadie (Ha)
Gucci belt stickin' out like im heavyweight champ
Tight shirt with saggin' skinny jeans how you luv that
Smart people grasp all the trollin' and its just evident
The last time I had good credit Eddie Murphy was president
[Chorus]
She said you ain't really stuntin' I said broad please
I'm gone always get you rats because I got this cheese
Wit them stacks of cashe' wit them wit them stacks of cashe'
Wit them stacks of cashe' wit them wit them stacks of cashe'
I lay my stunt down quite flat cuz I was born stuntin'
I make her cry like a squirrel chewin' on an onion
Wit them stacks of cashe' wit them wit them stacks of cashe'
Wit them stacks of cashe' wit them wit them stacks of cashe'