Stacking Green
(Ominous sirens wailing in the distance) (Heavy,
slow-cooked 808 bass
line drops with a crisp laser-sight snap) Yeah
Count it up, light it up
Look at the smoke fill the room
Hahaha,
yeah
Wake up at noon and I’m hitting the stash (Gas!)
Break down the leaf while I look at the cash (Money!)
Blueberries, gelato, it's smelling like cash
Throw it in papers,
we watch the smoke ash
Safe full of bands and the jar full of green Living a
movie, you stuck in a scene
Presidential strains, yeah, I feel like a king
Money machine going ping-ping-ping (Ching!)
Step out the crib and the cloud follow me
Counting up digits, it's beautiful symmetry
You talking heavy, but check the accounts We moving units in crazy
amounts (Pounds!) Hustle all winter,
we blow it in spring Inhale the power,
let's see what it bring!
Green in the wallet and green in the bowl! (Bowl!)
Counting up currency, losing control!
(Let's go!)
Smoke in the air,
yeah, we watching it roll Stacking the paper,
that's always the goal!
(Cash!) Money and weed,
yeah, we double the high
Look at the numbers,
they up in the sky Nothing but thousands when we rolling by
Money and weed till the day that I die!
Stashing the profits right under the floor
Exotic packages straight to the door (Fresh!)
You chasing clout, boy,
I'm chasing a score
Count up a hundred and look for some more
Roll up a blunt that's as fat as an arm Smoking on
diesel, it's causing alarm Blowing down gas,
yeah, it's doing no harm Chasing the check like I work on
a farm Rubber bands snapping all night in the kitchen We do
not talk and we do not do snitching
Pockets so heavy they stretching the denim Spitting the lyrics,
it's pure toxic venom (Fire!) Light up another,
let's toast to the wealth Checking the balance,
it's good for my health!
Back on the block with a brand new supply Never look down
'cause we permanently high Counting the revenue under the stars They talk
about constraints, we breaking the bars Top shelf premium,
straight out the lab Paying in cash,
no we don't put a tab Moving with caution,
we keep it discreet But everyone smells it when we hit the
street (Damn) Twenty-four seven,
the money don't sleep Harvest the crops that we ready to reap
Look at the hustle,
it's built from the floor Two hundred thousand,
I'm pushing for more!
(808s start to swell back in,
building intense momentum) Cloud of smoke,
stacking notes Yeah we living what we wrote In the clouds,
turning dials Chasing money for the miles Spark the flame,
play the game Nothing ever stays the same...
Green in the wallet and green in the bowl! (Bowl!)
Counting up currency, losing control!
(Let's go!) Smoke in the air,
yeah, we watching it roll Stacking the paper,
that's always the goal! (Cash!)
Money and weed, yeah,
we double the high
Look at the numbers,
they up in the sky
Nothing but thousands when we rolling by
Money and weed till the day that I die!
(808 bass continues to pulse heavily as the beat slows down) (Sound
of a lighter flicking twice,
followed by a deep exhale) Yeah.
Count it up.
Spark it up. More money,
more smoke.
Yeah...
(Beat fades out into trailing static)