Stacks Wheels Queens

Yeah

They talk about the paper but they never seen it fold (no)

Cold rims spinning on a frozen street

We count the paper while the engines breathe

She in the passenger,

she knows the routine Nothing in the middle,

only gold on the team (woo)

Blacked-out windows on a dark machine

We don't do the talking,

keep the business clean

She want a rider who can handle the wheel Two hundred on

the dash, you know the feeling is real (skrrt)

Stacking

the currency from ceiling to floor Every time they think we done

we coming for more

She looking elegant, she holding the keys

We step inside the lobby,

make them freeze

No regular paper, we talk in a code

No speed limit when we on this road (trust)

Cold rims spinning on a frozen street

We count the paper while the engines breathe

She in the passenger,

she knows the routine Nothing in the middle,

only gold on the team (woo)

Yeah

Cold streets

Only gold on the team (hahaha)