This is a song about "Stacks of money"

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

Stacks on deck, bitch we stackin money to the ceiling

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

They make their livin off crazed addictions with stacks of cash it's too much to count, shit

Bitches love money and i got a lot of money

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family

Back to the flashbacks blowing stacks

We getting money, you can face the facts

He just get her bigger bags

Crap rappers wear gold chains and hold stacks

I want it all... all of the money

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

With terms of release, bitches, money and yachts

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

I'm sick of ya wack crap, talking shit but the fat stacks

It’s a party in my pants and you invited with all that dance