Dj Quette - Stackin My Paper feat. Lil Bugg lyrics

rate me

[Chorus]

I’m stacking my dough, hit the center for the soul

Everyday I hustle hard, cause that’s all that I do

Taking my pay, stacking my paper,

Stacking my paper, you know I hustle everyday, you know I hustle everyday

Everyday I gotta get it, a young nigga be with it

I’m not a dummy or looking bummy, I stay committed

I’m never hating or contemplating just tryina stack the g’s up

My mozzarella cheese up, so ease up

The niggas just freeze up, call me and my niggas is bout to heat up

I’m get money bitch, so I be fresh to my feet up

Dressed to impressed, and my swag off the meter

Blessed to the flesh so you boys can’t see us

Bs my nigga, you can’t do that, and who that

That nigga from the queen, yeah true that

But screw that, call my nigga be weight up

Flipping hoe like a lay up, not to mention this paper is heavy

We got our weight up

Qsg to the death, that’s my click nigga till there’s nothing left

I rap that shit till my last breath

And all you broke niggas queens move to the left, dj quette

[Chorus]

I’m stacking my dough, hit the center for the soul

Everyday I hustle hard, cause that’s all that I do

Taking my pay, stacking my paper,

Stacking my paper, you know I hustle everyday, you know I hustle everyday

South side soda boy, I know you smell the odor boy

Shout out the qsg team, my nigga quick, my nigga roy

Broadway all day, we hustle hard, broad day

We be getting money, give a fuck bout what you frauds say

All hoes record labels never could they hold me

Icy chain on my neck got a nigga frozen

Dark shades on, so she asked me was I rolling

Told my lil woody to roll up that dody

Represent for real niggas, highest game hold it down

But a nigga stand up, purple shit up in my cup

I’ve been on the grind since a young buck

Trapped up, 45 on my hip, you know a nigga strapped up

In the kitchen with the work, you know I got it wrapped up

Never will I slack off, haters better back off

Or call for some back off’s , feds tryina trap us

Cause I got my stacks up and still I hit them gas up

[Chorus]

I’m stacking my dough, hit the center for the soul

Everyday I hustle hard, cause that’s all that I do

Taking my pay, stacking my paper,

Stacking my paper, you know I hustle everyday, you know I hustle everyday.