Still Stackin by Tilique Lyrics
[Intro/Bridge]
I'm still stacking money like that rent do
I'm still serving niggas, fuck a menu
Bailey tossing pounds, Preme sliding bricks through
Lo doin it all for the shit I didn't do
[Verse]
I shouldn’t even be here this year
I should just leave this bitch here
Young Malcolm, by any means I needed more
I'm still looking for the 2 that pac Shakur
My conspiracy is beyond a theory
Eyes closed I swing with fist, blind fury
Benz dolo grams In my Han Solo
Still getting to the money James Cracchiolo
Since you gassed let me push the pedal
No mask still a young rebel
Need henny and some fuckin red bull
I'm just doing what they'd never let you
Stuck in front of liquor stores with slicker whores
Who keep on tryna talk to the kid while I just pour
I should draw like I’m equipped with a 64
No games though
Bitches always want you to play for they attention
But I can’t entertain those
I got work, moneys my main goal
If she worth it I prolly stay though
Or we can ride out
Come show the kid what you really about
[Outro/Bridge]
I'm still stacking money like that rent do
I'm still serving niggas, fuck a menu
Bailey tossing pounds, Preme sliding bricks through
Lo doin it all for the shit I didn't do
Should I even be here this year?
Should I even be here this year?
Should I even be here this year?
(mad city)
Even if I lose they still cheer
Clap for em
Clap for em
Clap for em, Look
[Skit]
The um purpose of this story, chuck and his friends and others, like him is to uh show the ghetto child how live and try to prepare him for when he’s ready to leave
(He ain’t going no place baby. The ghetto child ain’t leaving for no place!)
I'm still stacking money like that rent do
I'm still serving niggas, fuck a menu
Bailey tossing pounds, Preme sliding bricks through
Lo doin it all for the shit I didn't do
[Verse]
I shouldn’t even be here this year
I should just leave this bitch here
Young Malcolm, by any means I needed more
I'm still looking for the 2 that pac Shakur
My conspiracy is beyond a theory
Eyes closed I swing with fist, blind fury
Benz dolo grams In my Han Solo
Still getting to the money James Cracchiolo
Since you gassed let me push the pedal
No mask still a young rebel
Need henny and some fuckin red bull
I'm just doing what they'd never let you
Stuck in front of liquor stores with slicker whores
Who keep on tryna talk to the kid while I just pour
I should draw like I’m equipped with a 64
No games though
Bitches always want you to play for they attention
But I can’t entertain those
I got work, moneys my main goal
If she worth it I prolly stay though
Or we can ride out
Come show the kid what you really about
[Outro/Bridge]
I'm still stacking money like that rent do
I'm still serving niggas, fuck a menu
Bailey tossing pounds, Preme sliding bricks through
Lo doin it all for the shit I didn't do
Should I even be here this year?
Should I even be here this year?
Should I even be here this year?
(mad city)
Even if I lose they still cheer
Clap for em
Clap for em
Clap for em, Look
[Skit]
The um purpose of this story, chuck and his friends and others, like him is to uh show the ghetto child how live and try to prepare him for when he’s ready to leave
(He ain’t going no place baby. The ghetto child ain’t leaving for no place!)