lirik lagu maybach music group - stack on my belt
[intro: birdman]
self-made n-gg-s man, you already know
i remember we use to watch the c-ke dry
now a n-gg- crib gotta a boat dock
mmg navy n-gg-, high tide sellers
d.c. air-force, g-5s are better, you already know n-gg-
all gold sky-dwellers, fly n-gg- sh-t
bel air sippin’, ciroc p-ssin’, foreign car dippin’
young black millionaires n-gg-, we build the empires
[hook: rick ross]
i spend a stack on my belt, i swear you n-gg-s are watching
i gave a stack to my b-tch, she the sh-t out the project
spend a stack on my belt, therefore you b-tches are stalking
a half a mill on the car, that’s why you n-gg-s are talking
spend a stack on my belt, as if you think i was flogging
spend a stack on my belt, and you could still see my boxers
spend a stack on my belt, that how i blew your deposits
stack on the belt, double m this sh-t popping
[verse 1: rick ross]
spend a stack on my belt, got b-tches asking my name
spend a stack on the belt, she like f-ck how we came
double all in the front, ya’ll n-gg-s stay in your lane
spend a stack on my belt, don’t even ask ’bout the change
spend a stack on the belt, cause i knew she a wife
spend a stack on the belt, cause my fooleys on time
spend a stack on the belt, i got your b-tch on my mind
the world is mine
[hook]
[verse 2: wale]
spend a stack on my belt, better tell these rappers to chill
hold up that’s earlesman, more h and i be more trap -ss for real
and i got mosquino, ye know that r.i.p. flow, here go
that type of freak show, with three shows that we don’t need no more help
that givenchy go for three, just me rozay and the clique
i make these b-tches suck on cs, you make them suck on there teeth, let’s get it
ralph, klauph, meow, they bounce, we hit, ab-lib, your b-tch, her mouth
stack on the belt, just know that’s nothing to me
my soldiers real in the ‘ville, you wwe
of course we see them punks faking, but we leave them slump shaking
don’t believe your cane stories, i should leave ya’ll undertaking
a stack on my belt, 250 my ride
went from renting these mother-f-ckers to owning 4 with no miles
i pray my soul is in tact, p-ssion and a book of my rhyme
and when i hit that heat game i’m this close to lebron
i’m gone
[hook]
[verse 3: whole slab]
i’m burning the back, i’m swerving maybach
i versace my belt, i done hermes my flag
got a stack around my waist, keep my b-tch on the leash
she goin’ eat this head up, on this d-ck she goin’ feast
time f-ck with the pleats, my place is packed
red hoes in my stable, ya my babies is bad
she spent a stack on my belt, now she calling me father
stay grey balenciagas, giving mollies to models
i manage these strippers, giuseppe’s with zippers
playing with the whole slab, n-gg-s started with n-gg-s
rose gold on my wrist, rose gold on my shades
spend a stack on my belt, 100 done on my face
[verse 4: birdman]
spend a stack on my belt, so i could stunt when i shine
get the mac off the shelf, keep these p-ss-es in line
spend a stack on my belt, 10 at the bar
blow a mill on a whip serving n-gg-s that raw
spend a stack on the belt, versace my kind
put 5 on his life, put 5 in his mind
spend a stack on the belt, b-tch we the real n-gg-s
plaques on the wall, born to kill n-gg-s
[outro]
stack on that belt, ho
stack on that belt, ho
spend a stack on the belt, ho
gotta stack for the freak show, all i need is a …
double m, ymcmb boy
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