Clear Soul Forces - Stack Yo Paypuh lyrics

[Verse 1: E-Fav] Hey One time for ya One time for ya Yeah (CSF n***a...Ugh) Ugh Yeah It's that Ugh Yeah Feel this sh** ugh It's like ugh It's like one, two, three and to the four E-Fav, CSF knocking at yo door Ready to get my paper my fatty my cheddar Ch ch ch check it I know you gotta respect it While I deposit this message We clean it up redirect it and teach the youth Better beat up the booth b**h you know I speak truth While you b**h looking like a collection of Who's Who Why you looking so confused? b**h I'm talking bout you (you, you, you) But back to the topic, here to fatten up my wallet Have my bank account resembling the encoded doctrine Letters, numbers, zeroes, commas, all of the above On my mama ho I promise I'mma represent the club (?) Pimping, Baby [Hook] Stack yo, stack yo, stack yo paypuh I need a blunt to the face, thinking about tomorrow Live for today, f** drowning in your sorrow Get up, get up, go out and get it n***a Get up, get up, go out and get it n***a Stack yo paypuh, major, baby (x3) Stack it up, stack it up [Verse 2: Noveliss] Check Check Look Get it, get it, however you can Before money root us all try to go back if you can Like, like, sometimes I wish I was a kid again Santa better eat these cookies if I leave 'em out for him Mama had us believing in hard working Now my inner child still at large like Harold Berman Gerald, Hey Arnold, Helga Jump shot, street lights, home, Zelda Picture that nappy headed boy watching cartoons When Mama left for work his heels was on the tube Shoes, Nike Air Flight Hurarache Reggie Miller wannabe shooting jumpers like mama watch me Cross over like Tim Hardaway, floater like Tony Parker kid Funny looking Michael Ray jumper got me a scholarship Now my son in Space Jams watching Space Jam Same way I used to look, hoop dreams and rhyme books [Verse 3: Ilajide] Divine crook, don't ask me how I got it The non college prophet with no squalor in his wallet Scheme things solid been grim in the 70s In order for me to get on I broke a couple felonies Shame that a talent rapping is irrele-v Chevy speed got at me with the crews like Penelope Firearm Wesley You you you want it? Recipe money more cream then the nestle blunted Now who want it Hands up now its fantastic Dealers still need a deal P-l-astic The dollar for my thoughts f** a penny son Beast in my wrist ....... We get it done you dip and run Strong as Adamantium captain never Branium This shield is from the stars now I'm cussing like I'm anti sun Beeotch beeotch with the Sheeot Sheeot Catch Eli Eli at the e ah ah [Hook] [Verse 4: L.A.Z] On the scene, with the 'damn I need some money' look Never dug bills like a platypus, understood (get it) This for my n***as buying sh** that could afford it You in yo Mom's crib but you got them new Jordan's (Lame) I'm buying out the bar my first check from recording But I'm still broke so I ball on a budget (You broke n***a) Hoes, cars, weed amongst things Chains, rings, my stars shine like bling bling Bling out bout to charge fees for freestyles Used to try not see before but see now Folks telling us the dance get sales down I tell them n***as back they a** up and slow down Y'all been telling lies I'mma keep sh** real If sk**s pay the bills when Bill Gates will I got the will to write a milli songs with no deal Until the day I post up parked on Maybach wheels I used to daydream at Busch's going loco Now we got fans in Sudan we going global Play our CD in DC at a go-go West coast LBC in a low-low I heard they even begged departure out in Tokyo Everywhere we go people love us [Hook]