
tb stacka - what we making??? lyrics
[intro]
cartier
[chorus: yurshi & tb stacka]
yeah, huh
all_ all this money that i’m making got me feeling crazy
the way i count this dough make me feel amazing
this that typa money, don’t see many places
yeah
hundred mill my goal
yeah, the vision crazy
yeah, shawty love my pole
she said “this sh_t crazy”
yeah
i can’t love no ho
i don’t want no baby
this a_
this a f_cking s r t
not no d_mn mercedes
i get mad money
now i’m screaming “f_ck you, pay me”
[verse 1: tb stacka]
it’s just mad funny
all these p_ssy n_ggas lazy
f_ck that p_ssy boy
come on, let these n_ggas hate me
i go bond street
and that n_gga rock fugazi
huh
hannah montana
i’m rocking bandanas
i hoping you n_ggas will leave me alone
24 hours, i’m locked in the studio
b_tch, can you stop calling up my phone
uh
x pills, molly, i’m so f_cking gone
n_ggas saying they gon’ drop the addy
bet you f_cking won’t
[verse 2: yurshi]
n_ggas saying that they’re dropping addy’s but no they won’t
me and tb really stack it up
bring that money home
we hit the store and try and fl!ck it up
you know we on go
(you know we on go)
my st__ze capped out
her knees capped out
i put that b_tch in fendi and her needs back now
the money coming in
i guess a fee back now
she like “oh my god, i really need that now”
yeah
i’m like “oh my god, i’m in love with these pounds”
yeah
keep that coming in, then i keep that coming out, yeah
this bread just like a river or a f_ckin’ roundabout
[chorus: yurshi & tb stacka]
yeah, huh
all_ all this money that i’m making got me feeling crazy
the way i count this dough make me feel amazing
this that typa money, don’t see many places
yeah
hundred mill my goal
yeah, the vision crazy
yeah, shawty love my pole
she said “this sh_t crazy”
yeah
i can’t love no ho
i don’t want no baby
this a_
this a f_cking s r t
not no d_mn mercedes
i get mad money
now i’m screaming “f_ck you, pay me” (dollar, dollar)
[interlude: yinks]
aye tb stacka, you’re a f_cking p_ssy
you b_tch
tb stacka, you’re a f_cking p_ssy, man
p_ssy b_tch
wake up, wake up
wake up, wake up bro
[verse 3: tb stacka]
wait, hold on, hold on
i’m bout to pop my sh_t, for real
my st__ze blacked out (yeah)
my t__th blacked out (yeah)
my g’s swagged out
i put that b_tch in gucci, now that b swagged out
huh, put that ho on molly and the b blacked out
heard them n_ggas talking sh_t
then i could get them packed out
tryna get him packed out
uh
rolling off a pack, you know i need that now
yeah, like a boomerang, these honeys keep on coming round
(i ain’t got no beef, man)
(all them boy are h_lla clowns)
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