This is a song about "Stack the cash"

My money stack fat plus i can't turn the swell off

So i clap for her, she deserves an applause

The people that you mug, you know they're fresh out of cash,

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

Bring it home and sell it on ebay and check out my cash stack

We ain't having ittime to tear this shit back, ghetto children kick back

Felt like the towers when the planes went on crash

All bout the game, nothin bout the cash

See, i like the person that you are

Cash rules everything, even rules the future

Nudies and some j six, where i’m from it’s cold

I’m steady searching for a stack of the green and gold,

But the money don’t stack, man money overlap

I used to want to be the messiah of rap

Learned from the game how to stack the breezy

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free