Listen to Stack on My Belt (feat. Wale, Whole Slab & Birdman) song with lyrics from Rick Ross

Stack on My Belt (feat. Wale, Whole Slab & Birdman)

Rick Ross, Wale, Whole Slab, Birdman17 Sep 2013

Stack on My Belt (feat. Wale, Whole Slab & Birdman) Lyrics

 

 

Stack On My Belt - Rick Ross (里克·罗斯)/Wale (威尔)/Whole Slab/Birdman

Self-Made niggas man

You already know

 

I remember we use to watch the coke dry

 

Now a ni**a crib gotta a boat dock

 

MMG navy ni**a

 

High tide sellers

 

D C air-force G-5s are better

 

You already know ni**a

 

All gold sky-dwellers

 

Fly ni**a sh*t

 

Bel Air sippin' Ciroc pissin'

 

Foreign car dippin'

 

Young black millionaires ni**a

 

We build the empires

 

I spend a stack on my belt

I swear you niggas are watching

 

I gave a stack to my b**ch

 

She the sh*t out the project

 

Spend a stack on my belt

Therefore you b**ches are stalking

 

A half a million the car

That's why you niggas are talking

 

Spend a stack on my belt

 

As if you think I was flogging

 

Spend a stack on my belt

And you could still see my boxers

 

Spend a stack on my belt

That how I blew your deposits

 

Stack on the belt

Double M this sh*t popping

Spend a stack on my belt

 

Got b**ches asking my name

 

Spend a stack on the belt

 

She like f**k how we came

 

Double r in the front

 

Ya'll niggas stay in your lane

 

Spend a stack on my belt

Don't even ask 'bout the change

 

Spend a stack on the belt

 

Cause I knew she a wife

 

Spend a stack on the belt

 

Cause my fooleys on time

 

Spend a stack on the belt

I got your b**ch on my mind

 

The world is mine

 

I spend a stack on my belt

I swear you niggas are watching

I gave a stack to my b**ch

She the sh*t out the project

 

Spend a stack on my belt

Therefore you b**ches are stalking

A half a million the car

That's why you niggas are talking

Spend a stack on my belt

As if you think I was flogging

 

Spend a stack on my belt

And you could still see my boxers

 

Spend a stack on my belt

That how I blew your deposits

 

Stack on the belt

Double M this sh*t popping

 

Spend a stack on my belt

Better tell these rappers to chill

 

Hold up that's Hermes

More H and I be more trap a** for real

And I got mosquino

Ye know that R I P flow here go

That type of freak show

With three shows that we

Don't need no more help

That Givenchy go for three

Just me Rozay and the clique

 

I make these b**ches suck on Cs

 

You make them suck on there teeth

Let's get it

Ralph Klauph meow they bounce

 

We hit ab-lib your B**CH her mouth

Stack on the belt

Just know that's nothing to me

 

My soldiers real in the 'ville you WWE

 

Of course we see them punks faking

 

But we leave them slump shaking

Don't believe your cane stories

I should leave ya'll undertaking

A stack on my belt 250 my ride

 

Went from renting these mother-f**kers

 

To owning 4 with no miles

I pray my souls is in tact

Passion in the bulk of my rhyme

And when I hit that heat game

I'm this close to LeBron

 

I'm gone

I spend a stack on my belt

I swear you niggas are watching

I gave a stack to my b**ch

She the sh*t out the project

 

Spend a stack on my belt

Therefore you b**ches are stalking

A half a million the car

That's why you niggas are talking

 

Spend a stack on my belt

As if you think I was flogging

 

Spend a stack on my belt

And you could still see my boxers

Spend a stack on my belt

That how I blew your deposits

 

Stack on the belt

 

Double M this sh*t popping

 

I'm burning the back

 

I'm swerving Maybach

 

I Versace my belt

 

I done Hermes my flag

 

Got a stack around my waist

 

Keep my b**ch on the leash

She goin' eat this head up

 

On this dick she goin' feast

 

Time f**k with the pleats

 

My place is packed

 

Red hoes in my stable

 

Ya my babies is bad

 

She spent a stack on my belt

Now she calling me father

 

Balenciagas giving mollies to models

 

I manage these strippers

 

Giuseppe's with zippers

 

Playing with the whole slab

 

Niggas started with niggas

 

Rose gold on my wrist

 

Rose gold on my shades

 

Spend a stack on my belt

100 done on my face

 

Spend a stack on my belt

So I could stunt when I shine

 

Get the mac off the shelf

Keep these pussies in line

 

Spend a stack on my belt

 

10 at the bar

Blow a million a whip serving niggas that raw

 

Spend a stack on the belt

 

Versace my kind

 

Put 5 on his life

 

Put 5 in his mind

 

Spend a stack on the belt

 

B**ch we the real niggas

 

Plaques on the wall

 

Born to kill niggas - BLAAAT

 

Stack on that belt ho

 

Stack on that belt ho

 

Spend a stack on the belt ho

 

Gotta stack for the freak show

 

On her knees and she open like

 

Double M YMCMB boy - BLAAAT

 

***Lyrics are from third-parties***

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