Stack My Money (feat. Curt Beef & Slimm Goodie) - Smokey Montana

Gyeah, SSG nobody safe Grah Shot up Okay, AVA Money, sex, beef La mia sidechick la tengo low-key I miei drilla se spinnano è deadly Non mi fido di lei se usa i denti Non mi fido se ha più tre sul body count Più di trenta K sul bank account È vogliosa, non bastano tre round Se la fotto, questo sarà il sound Con i soldi del drill ho comprato quattro ferri Ora che sono famoso Fotto sempre due bad bitch Mio fratello poteva morire, Non parlo di Leslie Droga sotto banco, Ma non è banco dei pegni Diamanti nei denti Quando lei mi bacia dice Che sono attraente Spinniamo nel tuo block, Facciamo saltar la corrente Così che tutti pensano Che è stato un incidente Io non piaccio a voi, Neanche voi piacete a me (What? You know what I'm saying?) Mi ascolta la police Quindi a volte faccio cap (Ah, cap) In tutto il mondo i giovani alzano racks (Nah, for real) In Italia queste bitch fanno ancora Smash or pass (B) Money, sex, beef La mia sidechick la tengo low-key I miei drilla se spinnano è deadly Non mi fido di lei se usa i denti Non mi fido se ha più tre sul body count Più di trenta K sul bank account È vogliosa, non bastano tre round Se la fotto, questo sarà il sound (Sosa) Total LV come Pharrell Goccia LSD, sto su Marte Arrivo pieno di pezzi all'after Grammi cascano dalle mie tasche Money in faccia a tutti questi rappers Sono l'unico Tony che serve Pattino sopra pacchi di neve Scopo le stesse pute del Premier Money maker, conto dollari I miei killer ti lasciano orfano Dieci chili diventano multipli Il tuo stile di vita è economico Chiedimi se ti serve qualcosa, C'ho la bianca, c'ho la rosa Centomila se vince la Roma In Italia mi chiamano Sosa Go, go, sono il professore come Cutolo Go, go, con il Tony vero non discutono Go, go, questa scena in Italia mi annoia Go, go, ti spacco la mascella da troia Io non piaccio a voi, Neanche voi piacete a me (What? You know what I'm saying?) Mi ascolta la police quindi a volte faccio cap (Ah, cap) In tutto il mondo i giovani alzano racks (Nah, for real) In Italia queste bitch fanno ancora Smash or pass (B) Money, sex, beef La mia sidechick la tengo low-key I miei drilla se spinnano è deadly Non mi fido di lei se usa i denti Non mi fido se ha +3 sul body count Più di trenta K sul bank account È vogliosa, non bastano tre round Se la fotto, questo sarà il sound

I hope everybody doing well In each other's life like paradise Sometimes it gon' be like hell But here's a word from a wise Teenage Little girl Pretty disaster Always put your major dreams go and prioritize Even if you're a minor don't even go and think twice Chase opportunities swerve away from the pretty lies Pretty faces in disguise hold you down give you a prize Don't ever put yourself down You got a crown you gotta own it A lotta people be showing A lotta love in commotion A lotta people are chosen Maybe natural selection Maybe the universe has plans I don't know but keep focus You got a future Make your own plans Baby keep away from the city lights It's not really that good mentally and spiritually Right? Right A lotta people forgot What really is their personality They facin' their hell Stuck in a mentality Of a social hierarchy Vanity I got allergies on bad energies So don't mind me if I keep away Cause I might cough and sneeze Like cough cough Whatever bad shit you give Make it stop stop I got energy on top of energy Goodie goodie energy Keep away my enemies I got energy on top of energy Goodie goodie energy Keep away my enemies I got energy on top of energy Goodie goodie energy Keep away my enemies I got energy on top of energy Goodie goodie energy Keep away my enemies Hip-hop should really stop flexin' non-stop What about yo cash What about that big house Just stop Cause there's a lot to music than just dirty money And whatever happened to thinking 'bout your impact and influence? Bakit di unahin ang pagkain na hindi mahain sa iba ano ganap sayo? Ano ambag mo sa mundo? Oo ika'y naririnig pero bakit ganon bingi Nagbibingihan dahil nakapokus sa galaw ng karamihan Takot siguro masapawan ano ba rason mo sa pagsalang mo dito kasi Galawang pang peke puta bogus ang inyong likha Pwede bang kabutihan mo ipakita sa madla If you promote good morals maybe the world can be a better place If you promote good music I doubt it I hope you'll get a better taste I got energy on top of energy Goodie goodie energy Keep away my enemies I got energy on top of energy Goodie goodie energy Keep away my enemies I got energy on top of energy Goodie goodie energy Keep away my enemies I got energy on top of energy Goodie goodie energy Keep away my enemies I got energy on top of energy Goodie goodie energy Keep away my enemies I got energy on top of energy Goodie goodie energy Keep away my enemies

Put some fire on that ass end of dat weed 'Cause in da swat's red hots don't drip or bleed Put some fire on that ass end of dat weed 'Cause in da swat's red hots don't drip or bleed Cuz' you know me givin' me left hand dap P funk be ridin' shot gun escort your window broke out son A cool breeze got my lips chap mornin' slap some Soul in my bread basket gap contain X marks the spot Twain O.C. the cut layin' A stew of empty gas in my tank A buck thirty lookin' ugly think but it ain't gonna stop no show Ol' burd puttin' a buzz in you ear It's gonna snow or maybe perhaps sleet Rap up the beat outside barely made it to your wake Lookin' like Mr. Fisher, dickie down no suit, no tie Niggaz ain't gonna be able to just get by no mo' You leavin' the hotel 254 Today was good to me I went to the Goodwill with the ten dollar bill Got that London Fog out tha back paid tha man Me and Khujo and T-Boo, three jack lumbers on tha loose Cut your ass Lo like Cee, be under tha water Half these figures around me be hollering New Now what the fuck has this politician did for you Complain, complain but Mr. Clampett ain't gon' change Just ribb your ass up just to gut your pockets out I heard Bill put two G's up for some folks That they found in they house beat up And I don't discuss that color scheme that they fall on 'Cuz tha scheme that they fall on don't match wit my tone See, I wonder will I walk tha streets in 1995 And not have to make bond from 254 Uh, will somebody please turn the lights on 166 I can't see where tha fuck I'm going I can't do shit but get mad I can't keep get Billie and his uncle out my fuckin' Goodie Bag Without your shank you can't thank Without your niggas you up the creek Stank with a ass fool of ore Takin' what I say for what it's worth It don't matter 'cuz how I feel might be triggered From thoughts I had in the past Now I struggle to reach the sky, why try so hard If all I'ma get is spit on 'Cause life at the bottom ain't hittin' on shit But some of these folks is gettin' rich I know about mines, unwind, can't take at times going through The same drama that got me here in this state of mind Red-hot in the summer time First of all, I stand a little more than five feet tall But we can still brawl nigga, I ain't scared at all I guess you niggas don't know or can't see That it ain't even wise steppin' to me incorrectly But yet still when nigga's feel they can deal I will split yo' ass up for real 'Cause we the maniacs with the chunky Goodie sac's So I don't carry an ax, but I still swing low with the lumber jax trax Are being made by Organo-i-z-e Why we coolin' in the shade ain't gettin' paid For chillin', illin' willin' to do what I got to do To come through your speaker Cee-Lo, he will never come weaker Uniquer than a lot of emcees out today Because I'm more than careful about what I say When I pick up a microphone it's on Them better leave me alone, I'm in my zone Prone to snap if you offer me a chance Like it when them chunky hoes can dance I'll enhance the microphone when it's in my grip, I do not slip I can't forget my nigga's Jo, T-Mo and Gipp Ha, ha, ha, well, Great Scott, is he a thief? It seems like he has a mouth fulla gold teeth I smile because your eyes can't take the glare But Cee-Lo, him don't care, I cut off all my hair And everybody stop and stare when we come in the place And I can get on the mic wit' no time to waste Get right up in yo' face, kick the flavor you taste And when I'm on the microphone it's a damn disgrace How you don't comprehend what I'm saying to you And I'm the C, the double E from the Goodie Mo Crew I'm coming through, I'm comin' true, ooh I can't even stop It's Cee-Lo B, I'm down wit that nigga pop, pop, pop And my nigga Mike L and Bert P and my nigga Pretty Ken You know he down wit' me We from Atlanta, G-A, that is where we stay I'm diggin' all in the Goodie Bag each 'n ever day Ooh, shit Put some fire on that ass, end of dat weed 'Cause in da swat's red hots don't drip or bleed Put some fire on that ass, end of dat weed 'Cause in da swat's red hots don't drip or bleed Put some fire on that ass, end of dat weed 'Cause in da swat's red hots don't drip or bleed Put some fire on that ass, end of dat weed 'Cause in da swat's red hots don't drip or bleed Put some fire on that ass end of dat weed 'Cause in da swat's red hots don't drip or bleed Put some fire on that ass end of dat weed 'Cause in da swat's red hots don't drip or bleed

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