Stitches - Stacking Paper lyrics

[Hook: Pretti Sly & Stitches] All these s**ers hatin' cause a n***a always stackin' paper Police pull me over, got a million in my briefcase, n***a Askin' where I got this money from, it ain't your business, n***a TMI Gang, we drivin' foreigns, it ain't nothin', n***a [Verse 1: Stitches] Pull up in a Maserati, all white like that coco, n***a They say Stitches crazy, in Spanish they say I'm loco, n***a I'm a drug dealer and my n***a Sly, he pimpin' b**hes White 4 G ? idols on our car, oh yeah, we stuntin', n***a Who gon' tell us something? Nobody could never tell us sh** How you supposed to give advice when you can't pay your bills, lil b**h My money do the talkin' for me, I don't like to talk a lot Everywhere that I pull up my name is up on that parkin' spot I'm screamin' f** a record deal cause I don't need one I'm screamin' f** your favorite rapper, I don't see him I ain't got no competition, homie, I swear to God It's TMI Gang, fool, we screamin' f** a job [Hook: Pretti Sly & Stitches] All these s**ers hatin' cause a n***a always stackin' paper Police pull me over, got a million in my briefcase, n***a Askin' where I got this money from, it ain't your business, n***a TMI Gang, we drivin' foreigns, it ain't nothin', n***a All these s**ers hatin' cause a n***a always stackin' paper Police pull me over, got a million in my briefcase, n***a Askin' where I got this money from, it ain't your business, n***a TMI Gang, we drivin' foreigns, it ain't nothin', n***a [Verse 2: Stitches & Pretti Sly] When I got famous these boys they stared actin' funny, n***a When I got famous your b**h she started actin' lovely, n***a The tables turn, n***as learn, b**hes learn She used to brush me off now she wanna take my clothes off I just bought a Rolie and this sh** rose gold Don't play around with my squad, we don't ever fold I love girls with big booty, I love girls with big tities First day she let me hit it, I f**ed her once and that p**y quited, oh God They want me to fail, they want me to fail They want me to fail, they want me to fail Book me up in jail, lock me in a cell Book me up in jail, lock me in a cell [Hook: Pretti Sly & Stitches] All these s**ers hatin' cause a n***a always stackin' paper Police pull me over, got a million in my briefcase, n***a Askin' where I got this money from, it ain't your business, n***a TMI Gang, we drivin' foreigns, it ain't nothin', n***a All these s**ers hatin' cause a n***a always stackin' paper Police pull me over, got a million in my briefcase, n***a Askin' where I got this money from, it ain't your business, n***a TMI Gang, we drivin' foreigns, it ain't nothin', n***a