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' niggas that's been doubtin' me The money stack it up, it look like Yao Ming Yao Ming, Yao Ming These bitches wanna fuck 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 bitch She droppin jean sag on my shit, foreign hoes all on my dick Fuck the law, I could pay for it, fuck the case I could pay for it, two-hundred rounds a day Nigga, all them boys, fuck it, pay for it Big titties, fake booty Got a big dick, bitch, get to it Young nigga 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 niggas 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' niggas that's been doubtin' me The money stack it up, it look like Yao Ming Yao Ming, Yao Ming These bitches wanna fuck 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 fuck with these pussy niggas 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', bitch, 'cause my car's clean New Lamborghini Murc go skrrr That bullshit you kickin' won't work I'm out in Chi town, meet my nigga Durk Nigga run up on me wrong Pussy nigga get murked, bang-bang, nigga White bricks duckin from the chain gang, nigga Cock back, head shot, brain hang, nigga Same week, brain from ya main thing, nigga Keep it real, can't tell me they ain't gang niggas Black masks, we ain't never gang bang, nigga Matte Black comin' through the left lane, nigga You a pawn playin' in a chess game, nigga FN straight through your vest game, nigga Hold up, let me slow it down for these fuck 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' niggas that's been doubtin' me The money stack it up, it look like Yao Ming Yao Ming, Yao Ming These bitches wanna fuck 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, bitch, lose my number Runnin' too long, gon' show no pity A-Town don, bitch, this my city Georgia power, she ate my state Home of the brave, nigga, fuck your city Alley Boy a gold mine, I'mma golden child Nigga, 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 fuck nigga 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' niggas that's been doubtin' me The money stack it up, it look like Yao Ming