Big Tymers — Stacks of Cashe’ Pt 2

[Intro] You know we had to come back for that remix woadie Fa sho its goin dine (Haugh) [Verse 1: B] Star and Ceo! What they tombot I got these platinum and diamonds all up inside me mouf (playboi) True religions is the only jeans that I wear I sag em low so that you can see me underwear I don't be readin' no books cause its just too much work I'd rather be on I G where I can just stare and lurk My girl be twerkin' wit her babies in the background I got an old school on fo's but its always breakin' down I think I be original takin' my selfie pics Blowin' smoke out my mouf wit' my middle fingers up trick (Yaah) Imma get a dress and a wig thats the thing to do Act a fool and do the coon (do the do the coon) The richest folks in the world got they money in a bank But i take pictures with mine and i post em online I'm a reality show and a world star fiend My phone get cut off so that I can smoke and drink lean (That Drank) I claim Im different and its something special bout me I watch sports, wear flip flops and listen to rnb (ughnn) I wear sunglasses indoors and ain't no light woadie I been gettin' money since 1895 woadie (Ha) Gucci belt stickin' out like im heavyweight champ Tight shirt with saggin' skinny jeans how you luv that Smart people grasp all the trollin' and its just evident The last time I had good credit Eddie Murphy was president [Chorus] She said you ain't really stuntin' I said broad please I'm gone always get you rats because I got this cheese Wit them stacks of cashe' wit them wit them stacks of cashe' Wit them stacks of cashe' wit them wit them stacks of cashe' I lay my stunt down quite flat cuz I was born stuntin' I make her cry like a squirrel chewin' on an onion Wit them stacks of cashe' wit them wit them stacks of cashe' Wit them stacks of cashe' wit them wit them stacks of cashe'