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

Stack On My Belt - Rick Ross (裏克·羅斯)/Wale (威爾)/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