lirik lagu tb stacka - what we making???
[intro]
cartier
[chorus: yurshi & tb stacka]
yeah, huh
all~ all this money that i’m making got me feeling crazy
the way i count this dough make me feel amazing
this that typa money, don’t see many places
yeah
hundred mill my goal
yeah, the vision crazy
yeah, shawty love my pole
she said “this sh~t crazy”
yeah
i can’t love no ho
i don’t want no baby
this a~
this a f~cking s r t
not no d~mn mercedes
i get mad money
now i’m screaming “f~ck you, pay me”
[verse 1: tb stacka]
it’s just mad funny
all these p~ssy n~ggas lazy
f~ck that p~ssy boy
come on, let these n~ggas hate me
i go bond street
and that n~gga rock fugazi
huh
hannah montana
i’m rocking bandanas
i hoping you n~ggas will leave me alone
24 hours, i’m locked in the studio
b~tch, can you stop calling up my phone
uh
x pills, molly, i’m so f~cking gone
n~ggas saying they gon’ drop the addy
bet you f~cking won’t
[verse 2: yurshi]
n~ggas saying that they’re dropping addy’s but no they won’t
me and tb really stack it up
bring that money home
we hit the store and try and fl!ck it up
you know we on go
(you know we on go)
my st~~ze capped out
her knees capped out
i put that b~tch in fendi and her needs back now
the money coming in
i guess a fee back now
she like “oh my god, i really need that now”
yeah
i’m like “oh my god, i’m in love with these pounds”
yeah
keep that coming in, then i keep that coming out, yeah
this bread just like a river or a f~ckin’ roundabout
[chorus: yurshi & tb stacka]
yeah, huh
all~ all this money that i’m making got me feeling crazy
the way i count this dough make me feel amazing
this that typa money, don’t see many places
yeah
hundred mill my goal
yeah, the vision crazy
yeah, shawty love my pole
she said “this sh~t crazy”
yeah
i can’t love no ho
i don’t want no baby
this a~
this a f~cking s r t
not no d~mn mercedes
i get mad money
now i’m screaming “f~ck you, pay me” (dollar, dollar)
[interlude: yinks]
aye tb stacka, you’re a f~cking p~ssy
you b~tch
tb stacka, you’re a f~cking p~ssy, man
p~ssy b~tch
wake up, wake up
wake up, wake up bro
[verse 3: tb stacka]
wait, hold on, hold on
i’m bout to pop my sh~t, for real
my st~~ze blacked out (yeah)
my t~~th blacked out (yeah)
my g’s swagged out
i put that b~tch in gucci, now that b swagged out
huh, put that ho on molly and the b blacked out
heard them n~ggas talking sh~t
then i could get them packed out
tryna get him packed out
uh
rolling off a pack, you know i need that now
yeah, like a boomerang, these honeys keep on coming round
(i ain’t got no beef, man)
(all them boy are h~lla clowns)
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