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Juelz Santana
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Stack Money
Catch me where you catch me
Find me where you find me
In the hood or on the island
I'm probably by a palm tree
Skull gang, chain nigga neck
Full of zombies
Two sistas with me
Your mommy and your auntie
Which one you think I'm fuckin'?
Your mommy or your auntie?
I tell you now, both of 'em
Your mommy and your auntie
Fall back or fall flat on your face
My dough on track like a race
First place
Your money comin' but it's comin' like a turtle
My money runnin' and it's jumpin' over hurdles
My money keep gettin' pregnant, yeah it's fertile
Fat money, no rubber band, I need gurdles
I fuck 'em and stay
I don't fuck 'em and leave
This is my place, bitch
Get the fuck up and leave
I'm just a rich outcast
Pardon my actions
I'm sorry Ms. Jackson
Yeah, you can get with this or you can get with that
There's money over here, bitch, this is where it's at
My paper can't fold, it gotta stay stacked
So you can get with this or you can get with that
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To the ceiling, damn it
Well, we're worth 'bout a billion
Neck lookin' shokey, all these lights in the ceiling
Brand new bent but the paint job chameleon
Now they don't want beef, then they better stop grillin'
Money to the sky, money to the floor
Ain't no more room, let it go on out the door
Big heads runnin' with big stacks, we get that
Them other niggas money mest up mayne
They miss match
Stacks in my pocket can't fold right, an' it sit flexed
Scrapped to my tummy, I walk around with a six pack
Money tall like Big Shaq on Yao's back
Never lonely talk to my money, yeah, we chit chat
Ball till we fall, holes on the wall
They can come with us or they can go with yall
They don't spend a dime but we spend it all
I'ma take her to the crib, have her climbin' up the walls
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Yeah, you can get with this or you can get with that
There's money over here, bitch, this is where it's at
My paper can't fold, it gotta stay stacked
So you can get with this or you can get with that
Stack money, stack money
(Real high)
Stack money
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Since we talkin' 'bout paper
Well, I'm fluent in that language
Beneath the sky scraper
Shootin' through in the vanquish
The lifestyles of the rich and the dangerous
Tell the feds, write me down
They can kiss my anus
They searchin' for the paper trail
Lost in the Ferrari
I told them I done made the bail
And bought me a Ferrari
Call 'em the same day, my lawyers don't play
I solemnly swear we ballin' just like we say
Keyless entry in the GT Bentley
My ladies say don't let the ladies tempt me
Just let the haters envy
So that night I went hard, I spent twenty large
So drunk that I left my fuckin' credit card
It seems odd but the cars come with green cards
They know who sold the rods they can see the stars
Yeah and they know they all cash cars
But they oversees and we might need a passport
Yeah, you can get with this or you can get with that
There's money over here, bitch, this is where it's at
My paper can't fold, it gotta stay stacked
So you can get with this or you can get with that
Stack money, stack money
(Real high)
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(How high?)
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