Stack It Up lyrics

[Chorus: Alley Boy]
Pull up on you blowin' on that loud thing
Then do whatever Mr. Chow bring
And for them hatin' n*ggas that's been doubtin' me
The money stack it up, it look like Yao Ming
Yao Ming, Yao Ming
These b*tches wanna f*ck and I'm like Yao Ming
Yao Ming, Yao Ming
The money stack it up, it look like Yao Ming

[Verse 1: Alley Boy]
Got fifty bands on my wrist, half a mill in my b*tch
She droppin jean sag on my sh*t, foreign hoes all on my di*k
f*ck the law, I could pay for it, f*ck the case
I could pay for it, two-hundred rounds a day
n*gga, all them boys, f*ck it, pay for it
Big titties, fake booty
Got a big di*k, b*tch, get to it
Young n*gga minds I influence
DT, they tattooed
We got dig dimes and drone
Too much power in my tongue
Too much kush all in my lungs
We clean and play for the chrome
I'm savin up like I won, I won, look at my charm
I'm scratchin' like Yao Ming, always my money long
As I took to Milan but hardly answer phones
My paper like Yao Ming, these n*ggas just puttin' on
For real
[Chorus: Alley Boy]
Pull up on you blowin' on that loud thing
Then do whatever Mr. Chow bring
And for them hatin' n*ggas that's been doubtin' me
The money stack it up, it look like Yao Ming
Yao Ming, Yao Ming
These b*tches wanna f*ck and I'm like Yao Ming
Yao Ming, Yao Ming
The money stack it up, it look like Yao Ming

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Alley, what up? Meek Millie
Yeah, okay, I stand tall with that China white
Uh, call that Yao Ming
I don't f*ck with these pus*y n*ggas
They all singin' like Al Green
We well respected, well connected
My money long and my Car's clean
Gold rims in my Aston Martin
No rollin', b*tch, 'cause my car's clean
New Lamborghini Murc go skrrr
That bullsh*t you kickin' won't work
I'm out in Chi town, meet my n*gga Durk
n*gga run up on me wrong
pus*y n*gga get murked, bang-bang, n*gga
White bricks duckin from the chain gang, n*gga
c*ck back, head shot, brain hang, n*gga
Same week, brain from ya main thing, n*gga
Keep it real, can't tell me they ain't gang n*ggas
Black masks, we ain't never gang bang, n*gga
Matte Black comin' through the left lane, n*gga
You a pawn playin' in a chess game, n*gga
FN straight through your vest game, n*gga
Hold up, let me slow it down for these f*ck boys
Weed loud, jewelry loud, we make enough noise
[Chorus: Alley Boy]
Pull up on you blowin' on that loud thing
Then do whatever Mr. Chow bring
And for them hatin' n*ggas that's been doubtin' me
The money stack it up, it look like Yao Ming
Yao Ming, Yao Ming
These b*tches wanna f*ck and I'm like Yao Ming
Yao Ming, Yao Ming
The money stack it up, it look like Yao Ming

[Verse 3: Alley Boy]
Must be Fat Trel, Alley Boy, Louie V Mob
Alley Boy talk a big bank bet that the Sosa at 6, little Ricky duct tape 'em all
Fifty-thousand in hunger
Got your girl kissin' on my stomach
You know that the young boy here do numbers
Hit 'em one time, b*tch, lose my number
Runnin' too long, gon' show no pity
A-Town don, b*tch, this my city
Georgia power, she ate my state
Home of the brave, n*gga, f*ck your city
Alley Boy a gold mine, I’mma golden child
n*gga, diamond in the dirt
With all these DT's in they face and all the LV's on my shirt
Money long like Yao Ming, that's the chain, that ain't no green
That's K roll, that ain't no lean
To a f*ck n*gga that ain't no team
My paper tall and my tape dogs
2Pac's on, new outlaw
Play with me, hand chopper
Fifty rounds, face off
[Chorus: Alley Boy]
Pull up on you blowin' on that loud thing
Then do whatever Mr. Cho bring
And for them hatin' n*ggas that's been doubtin' me
The money stack it up, it look like Yao Ming