Stack It by Rome Castille Lyrics

[Intro]
Here we go

[Chorus: Rome Castille]
Bitch I'm the man
Look in the mirror, I see that shit even clearer
Bitch I'm the man
Look in the mirror, I see that shit even clearer
Look at my neck, look at my wrist
I'm a walking chandelier
Look at my neck, look at my wrist
I'm a walking chandelier
Fit, hit
Wrist, glist
Big chips
Whole lotta' money spent
Fit, hit
Wrist, glist
Big chips
Whole lotta' money spent
[Verse 1: Rome Castille]
I've been the man for years
I had to put it in gear
I know my time is near
You don't pop here
You get popped here
I might fuck your dear
I know the boys is crazy, been on some other shit lately
Ain't got time for it, I just time 40
Fuck up a check, man it's easy
I do this shit every weekend
I am not sharing, I'm greedy
Fuck em', leave em'
See them boys, act like what's happening
They hatin', they fell for my plan again
Smoke until she Japanese, she want the dick she want a lease
I only gave that girl a piece
She wanna talk about the price
If you look right, baby we can meet
You look like Felicia, bitch oh no
Had to ban her from the show though
A 100k, a no show though

[Chorus: Rome Castille]
Bitch I'm the man
Look in the mirror, I see that shit even clearer
Bitch I'm the man
Look in the mirror, I see that shit even clearer
Look at my neck, look at my wrist
I'm a walking chandelier
Look at my neck, look at my wrist
I'm a walking chandelier
Fit, hit
Wrist, glist
Big chips
Whole lotta' money spent
Fit, hit
Wrist, glist
Big chips
Whole lotta' money spent
[Verse 2: Croosh]
Damn
Count my blessings up
18 carats for my girl now she look fresh as fuck
Made this money on my own so I flex it up
Except for when I'm in the city, keep my necklace tucked
Cause sometimes you glow, sometimes you keep it lowkey
Yeah
Sometimes your enemies will pose as homies
Yeah
Can't be to careful, someone psycho sent invitation only
Went to the jeweler and told him to put that glacier on me
Ice on the wrist, ice on the neck
Got me looking like a check
Damn
Got me looking like I'm next
No
Got me looking in the mirror like

[Chorus: Rome Castille & Croosh]
Bitch I'm the man
Look in the mirror, I see that shit even clearer
Count up the bands
Fuck an advance, I did this shit by myself
Look at my neck, look at my wrist
I'm a walking chandelier
I'm making moves
Watch what I do, Ferragamo on the belt
Fit, hit
Wrist, glist
Big chips
Whole lotta' money spent
Fit, hit
Wrist, glist
Big chips
Whole lotta' money spent