Money Stacks

[Hook] I got money stacks Like dirty clothes I love the kids But I don't love the hoes Four wit ya, boi Show wit ya folks She say she love me But she just love rolls I got money stacks Like dirty clothes And I don't love her She love my dirty dros And if the game slow up I'm back to flipping O's And I got pounds of blow And sixty pounds of gold [Verse 1: Gucci Mane] R.I.P to my old hoes, say hello to my new friends Bad chick with the red bottoms, we pull up in a brand new Benz Feel this whip like shorty, low. I got foolish money, little shorty knows My money growing like a Chia pet, our first date [was ?] Our second date was [?] steak, our third date was hella great Hella money, I said hella weight I got a big estate, with a huge lake Helicopter with a pilot, Maybach with a driver Bedroom with a kitchen in it, might wake up and cook [a ?] Our deuce up on four weight Got short money, it's no plate Got fifty pounds off that gas pay You can smell this shit from the driveway Tore this shit in like two days, been waiting on it like nine days I'm a truck nigga, scream "living legend" Get my grass clipping like Nine Jays [Hook] [Verse 2: Gucci Mane] I came up from a fifty slab I'm bad when angered, but good with mail I'm a test code, trying to catch a truck I'm the Mad Hatter, trying to catch a kale Well they lock me up and then let me go I'm balling on ya like Mexico Yellow bands, got collard greens, got all good kinds of vegetables I'm highly paid and successful Imma cook it up and get ass-crushed Got a bank-roll, no pressure Ain't the old me, I won't scratch ya Professor teaching lectures Bet the poor love this semester Might learn something if you listen to it Get new Berries, do Delta I'm a go-getter, I'm a gold killer She ain't doing it, and I let her I ain't finished living, you painting pictures On talking to my investors I'm walking round, I'm talking loud I'm smoking loud, got shelter Your side of town, my side of town My bird fly in the weather [Hook]