Luyện nghe bài hát Stack On My Belt

Self-Made man, you already know
I we use to watch the coke dry
Now a crib gotta a boat dock
MMG navy nigga, high tide
D.C. air-force, G-5s are better, you know nigga
All sky-dwellers, fly nigga shit
Bel Air sippin', pissin', foreign car dippin'
Young black millionaires nigga, we build the

I spend a stack on my belt, that's for you who watching
I gave a to my bitch, she the shit out the project
Spend a on my belt, therefore you bitches are stalking
A half a mill on the car, for you niggas who talking
Spend a on my belt, as if you think I was flogging
Spend a stack on my belt, and you could still see my
Spend a on my belt, that how I blew your deposits
on the belt, double M this shit popping

Spend a stack on my belt, got asking my name
Spend a stack on the belt, she like how we came
Double R all in the front, niggas stay in your lane
Spend a stack on my belt, don't even ask the change
Spend a stack on the belt, cause I knew she a
Spend a stack on the belt, cause my fooleys on
Spend a stack on the belt, I got bitch on my mind
The is mine

I spend a stack on my belt, that's for you who watching
I gave a stack to my bitch, she the out the project
Spend a stack on my belt, therefore you bitches are
A half a mill on the car, for you niggas who talking
Spend a on my belt, as if you think I was flogging
a stack on my belt, and you could still see my boxers
Spend a stack on my belt, that how I blew your
Stack on the belt, M this shit popping

a stack on my belt, better tell these rappers to chill
Hold up that's Earlesman, H and I be more trap ass for real
And I got mosquino, ya know R.I.P. flow, here go
type of freak show, with three shows that we don't need no more help
That Givenchy go for three, me Rozay and the clique
I these bitches suck on Cs, you make them suck on there teeth, let's get it
Ralph, Klauph, meow, they bounce, we hit, at LIV, your bitch, her
Stack on the belt, just know that's to me
My real in the 'ville, you WWE
Of course we CM punks faking, but we leave them slump
Don't your cane stories, I should leave ya'll undertaking
A stack on my belt, 250 my
Went from renting these mother-fuckers to 4 with no miles
I pray my is in tact, passion in the bulk of my rhyme
And when I hit that game I'm this close to LeBron
I'm

I spend a stack on my belt, that's for you niggas who
I gave a to my bitch, she the shit out the project
Spend a stack on my belt, therefore you bitches are
A half a on the car, that's for you niggas who talking
Spend a stack on my belt, as if you think I was
Spend a stack on my belt, and you still see my boxers
Spend a stack on my belt, that how I blew your
Stack on the belt, double M this shit

I'm burning the back, I'm swerving
I Versace my belt, I done Hermes my
Got a around my waist, keep my bitch on the leash
She eat this head up, on this dick she goin' feast
Time with the pleats, my place is packed
Red in my stable, ya my babies is bad
She a stack on my belt, now she calling me father
Stingray Balenciagas mollies to models
I manage strippers, Giuseppe's with zippers
Playing with the whole slab, started with niggas
Rose gold on my wrist, gold on my shades
a stack on my belt, 100 done on my face

Spend a stack on my belt, so I could when I shine
Get the mac off the shelf, these pussies in line
Spend a on my belt, 10 at the bar
Blow a mill on a whip, serving niggas raw
Spend a stack on the belt, my kind
Put 5 on his life, put 5 in his
Spend a on the belt, bitch we the real niggas
Plaques on the wall, born to kill

on the belt, ho
on the belt, ho
Spend a on the belt, ho
Gotta for the freak show, all I need is a ...
M, YMCMB boy