Cloudy - Stack Up Freestyle lyrics

[Intro] Beauty...West Five....hopefully it's enough beat on this dawn [Hook] All my n***as yelling f** b**hes and get money Hopping out of pink p**y chasing down blue hundreds Pickle jars of orange kush, cuties bout 4 20's Whole O 2 something, 2 for 5's who want em' All my b**hes yelling f** n***as and get money Sliding up and down a pole chasing down blue hundreds Selling thirsty n***as dreams, cuties like new 20's Louboutin's 2 something, stack up who stunting stack up who stunting Stack up who stunting Stack up who stunting Stack up who stunting Stack up who stunting Stack up who stunting Stack up look... [Verse] My curiosities for questioning misconceptions and the hypocrisies brought me some animosity Quality over quantity true but either way we gon build this money monopoly handling business properly More Master P than Talib Kweli Might sacrifice some content but overcompensate with royalties No loyalties to any n***as outside the team So I don't see me making no moves not lucrative for me I got my hands on some plugs now but talk is cheap So we ain't rapping just gon' pull up with a couple P's A couple Asians in the jack that manufacture tees Now ya chick want a 7 shirt to match her 7 jeans Since these days n***as wanna hear me bragging A half a rack in each pocket got the denim sagging We pray we double that tomorrow Put ya own up if you a boss nothing borrowed Stack up who stunting We rolling ganja blunt longer than a 30 shotta n***as rubbabanding bread pocket full of dirty dollars Small-timer but don't confuse it with small minded Big dreamer Big Tymer stunting once we all shining Until then you know we all grinding Build it up you know we all climbing 200 grams of blue dream inside a backpack pick it up in a lyft car 4 o's in mason jars now this sh** a zip car Learned from old heads that did dirt they hella pa**ionate You ask for weed they pulling out them crack jars by accident 40th and Baron down the bottom like 96 I was running round learning sh** I'll never forget One backyard poppa had like 12 pits 12 gauge shotty red shells no shellfish Held em' in my hand but never strapped to my pelvis Why that when we heard the King of Pop not Elvis He some n***a round the way that pop up like Ex's Pop a n***a in the face, relocate to Texas Huh, ambitious we seen p's turn to Lexus trucks Plus them new chargers they starting like 26+ [Hook] So f** b**hes and get money Hopping out of pink p**y chasing down blue hundreds Pickle jars of orange kush, cuties bout 4 20's Whole O 2 something, 2 for 5's who want em'