Stack Doe (feat. Droop Pop) - French Montana

Pen to the pad, make the flows on fleek Took the words that I heard and I put em' to the beat Press up my tape and I put it in the street Upload my thousands with my link I'ma be upcoming just to see what they think I'ma shoot me a video and put it on the tour I'ma spam IG to get up my views And DM my favorite artist, I'm gonna be huge Book me a show that the blogs gonna cover and they all gon love it The crowd gon turn up Is anybody out there? Turn up, the mic is getting heated out here Hip-Hop, won't you save me? Rescue all your babies Hip-Hop, won't you save me? I am just a baby Said I'm gonna be a rapper when I grow up Not gonna go crazy when I blow up Bet they gonna go crazy when I show up Won't listen to the haters 'cause I know what Said I'm gonna be the rapper when I grow up Said you gonna be slow if I pour up But i'm gonna be poor if I slow up So I gotta keep it going, ain't no slow motion in here Tryna get the tour bus with the studio It ain't no bus, just booty hoes Can't be out here looking like dookie when you're Trying to start a movement that could mop on a movie role Everything's polished, I didn't go to college I was at the conference chopping with the djs Trying to give my single on replay And shit up on the game like colonics Po' phone, take a flick with a fame for me Hit the strip with a brick of the dance money I'm tired, let's switch with the van for me When I make it by, you'll print for the advance money Hip-Hop, won't you save me? Rescue all your babies Hip-Hop, won't you save me? I am just a baby Said I'm gonna be a rapper when I grow up Not gonna go crazy when I blow up Bet they gonna go crazy when I show up Won't listen to the haters 'cause I know what Said I'm gonna be the rapper when I grow up Said you gonna be slow if I pour up But i'm gonna be poor if I slow up So I gotta keep it going, ain't no slow motion in here Hold up Light man, turn the lights on Came a long way from when I was holding the mic wrong Something for the hood and a whole lot of white songs Like I evolved to a whole 'nother life form I'm just tryna make it happen Don't attack that please Can't find a job, you can rap at least 'Cause that's what I did, I was at that leg Right out of high school, tryna stack that cheese You was tryna do what? tryna stack that cheese You wanna flip burgers, wanna stack that cheese Make American singles, wanna stack that cheese Make everybody smile, tryna stack that cheese Tryna do it for a while, tryna stack that cheese Talking frequent flyer miles, how I stack that cheese Tryna bundle up the money, tryna stack that cheese Aye Stack, can we stack that please? Hip-Hop, won't you save me? Rescue all your babies Hip-Hop, won't you save me? I am just a baby Said I'm gonna be a rapper when I grow up Not gonna go crazy when I blow up Bet they gonna go crazy when I show up Won't listen to the haters 'cause I know what Said I'm gonna be the rapper when I grow up Said you gonna be slow if I pour up But i'm gonna be poor if I slow up So I gotta keep it going, ain't no slow motion in here Hip-Hop, won't you save me? Rescue all your babies Hip-Hop, won't you save me? I am just a baby Said I'm gonna be a rapper when I grow up Not gonna go crazy when I blow up Bet they gonna go crazy when I show up Won't listen to the haters 'cause I know what Said I'm gonna be the rapper when I grow up Said you gonna be slow if I pour up But i'm gonna be poor if I slow up So I gotta keep it going, ain't no slow motion in here

Yeah Oh, yeah Everything, everything, everything gon' be alright, God Oh, yeah (Coke Boy, baby) Haan, yeah Graduated, but I'm aggravated From the half that made it, we was drinkin', faded Me and life and death is half-related (Half-related) Masturbatin' on a scale for a Hundred million, askin' God how we made it Watchin' John David Robinson, now my dawg robbin' son, half a David Freedom got confiscated We mob-related John Gotti, RICO, life like a free throw Yeah, school of gladiators Makin' Salaat on a fox rug, black gloves, hot slugs For these cold women Militant like the Middle East Go from ménages, six-nines to 6iine conspiracies Triple threat, trinity Triangle office, label execs get all the profit They hit your brain, mop it clean What type of fiends? Put the needle in your ass, keep they table green Multi-millionaire, strapped like O-Dog Can't teach new tricks to old dogs I told mama pray for me, baby, wave it for me Got a cage waitin' for me, that hate came for me Millions, I made from it, them chains waitin' for me The change I made from it, Montana ain't a dummy, haan New year, half a mil', my face on the bill (Bill), hit Cabo, chill Desperado with an AR like guitar ('Tar), Montana John Stockton (Stockton) If there's a movie out, play the Al Pacino part (Ah) Mama raise a star, and you been a mark Not even Cuban, smokin' Cuban cigars in Cuba (Hey) Lost Chinx, lost Max, lost Penthouse Drinkin', smokin', feel empty in this penthouse (Ah) Mansion's like a campus Ranches like rainbow smoke Forty-one shots like Diego Shout to Abel, I turn the weekends to the weekdays PJs to the PJs, the week like four nights and three days (Four nights) Yes, I Big like the kid from Bed-Stuy, just stop Stylist, I be dressin', the bitches, don't be stressin' Money with the best of them, C.R.E.A.M. like Meth and them I made it even in the game of odd Everybody kickin' game, tell the bitch the truth, she think you God Tell mama to pray for me, feds got a name for me, cell waitin' for me Mils I made from it, them chains waitin' for me Change I made from it, Montana ain't a dummy, haan La música de Harry Fraud It's nothing to take me higher

Do you ever think about leaving? Do you ever think about me and you? Running to the country where we got nothing to prove Where we can grow old with new friends Lay low on the weekends Running to the country where we got nothing to lose 'Cause I'm tired of the busy nights Fed up with the city lights No, I don't wanna spend my life in this place I just wanna run away to Montana Livin' at a slower pace with you There's nothing else that I would need if I had ya In Montana I could wipe your tears away if you're crying 'Cause even cowgirls get the blues There's nothing else that I would need if I had ya In Montana I wanna see the sky from a dirt road I wanna feel the air cut through my coat 700 acres, so many new ways to see you And all the seeds of love that we sow I can see 'em grow as we grow I just wanna run away to Montana Living at a slower pace with you There's nothing else that I would need if I had ya In Montana I could wipe your tears away if you're crying 'Cause even cowgirls get the blues There's nothing else that I would need if I had ya (In Montana) Getting tired of the busy nights Getting tired of the city lights Yeah, I know I can't spend the rest of my life here I just wanna run away to Montana Living at a slower pace with you There's nothing else that I would need if I had ya In Montana I could wipe your tears away if you're crying 'Cause even cowgirls get the blues There's nothing else that I would need if I had ya In Montana Ooh In Montana Ooh (In Montana)

Yo voy caminando A la montana donde nací No puedo vivir A la noche del camino ir Al del cielo Yo miraba una estrella No puedo vivir Al lado del camino ir Que no vivo Pasa el tiempo Yo voy caminando A la montana donde nací No puedo vivir Que al lado del camino ir Que no vivo Pasa el tiempo Del camino Tidadoudi tadoudi tadoudi Lon lei lon lei lon lei Ti loulali talouli dilouli Yo voy caminando A la montana donde nací Yo voy caminando A la monta