Throwin Stacks (Stacks On Deck)

Lyrics

[Intro] K.E. on the track [Chorus: Roscoe Dash] I got Louie on my belt, Louie on my bag I got lots of gualla, I be throwin stacks I got [?] on my [?], a hundred on my [?] I got lots of gualla, I be throwin stacks Stacks on deck, [?] check I got lots of gualla, I be throwin stacks Got the type of money you never gon' get I got lots of gualla, I be throwin stacks [Verse 1: Soulja Boy] S.O.D., bitch, I know that you heard of me [?] swag in the club, [?] 30 deep Shouts out to my nigga J Money, S.O.D Stay in the club getting the checks, it's a masterpiece Hating on the squad, [?] Stacks on deck, throwing money in the [?] Everywhere I go, I make it fucking rain, dawg Soulja Boy Tell 'Em, I know you know the name, dawg Lamborghini, Mazerati, Bentley or thе Benz [?] up in my coupe, count up all my M's Pretty boy swag, [?] lеft Stripes on the side, tell the hater kill yourself [Chorus: Roscoe Dash] I got Louie on my belt, Louie on my bag I got lots of gualla, I be throwin stacks I got [?] on my [?], a hundred on my [?] I got lots of gualla, I be throwin stacks Stacks on deck, [?] check I got lots of gualla, I be throwin stacks Got the type of money you never gon' get I got lots of gualla, I be throwin stacks [Verse 2: J Money] I'm mack to mack, can't tell no more Break the knob, I steal they show Soulja Boy like you, call me, man, start hitting that ho Been hitting with that flex Been killed them with that bow [?] I'm styling like wow Money, money, money Money, that my friend Jackson and Franklin, and can't forget about Ben Soulja Boy, J Money, Roscoe, turn it up times ten K.E. on the track, time to do this again And I be throwin guallas up I'm a walking armored truck [?] Louie, Gucci, how I'm styling [?] And I be throwin guallas up I'm a walking armored truck [?] Louie, Gucci, styling [?] [Chorus: Roscoe Dash] I got Louie on my belt, Louie on my bag I got lots of gualla, I be throwin stacks I got [?] on my [?], a hundred on my [?] I got lots of gualla, I be throwin stacks Stacks on deck, [?] check I got lots of gualla, I be throwin stacks Got the type of money you never gon' get I got lots of gualla, I be throwin stacks [Verse 3: Roscoe Dash] R.O.S.C.O.E. money, these pockets stuck on sumo Blunt so strong, like I bust a swisher, and filled it up with [?] 2020 shawty, catch me chilling up on Pluto [?] go harder than anybody you know You know, you know You know, you know You know I be flexed up, coolin Lambo, [?] kicking it like Judo Pour me a little more Goose in please pass me the [?] I'ma get drunk, then I'm a motherfucking hit the crib, and do the [?] Two hoes, two hoes Man, I'm off the chain You know my moddo, after I swallow, she give two of everything Louie V condems, we got Louie everything Rich nigga shit, and all my partners do the same [Chorus: Roscoe Dash] I got Louie on my belt, Louie on my bag I got lots of gualla, I be throwin stacks I got [?] on my [?], a hundred on my [?] I got lots of gualla, I be throwin stacks Stacks on deck, [?] check I got lots of gualla, I be throwin stacks Got the type of money you never gon' get I got lots of gualla, I be throwin stacks