I'm all about my money
Nigga hate me 'cause I'm all about my money
The hoe love me 'cause they know I'm getting money
Every day I stay humble
Every day I'm in that trap hustling
Can't you tell that a nigga about his money?

I got stacks all in my pockets, racks all in my jeans
I be riding around my city in that coupe looking so clean
I said my whip looking so mean, I'm all about that cream
I got rocks all in my Robins, I got stacks all in my jeans

I'm all about my money
Nigga hate me 'cause I'm all about my money
The hoe love me 'cause they know I'm getting money
Every day I stay humble
Every day I'm in that trap hustling
Can't you tell that a nigga about his money

I got stacks all in my pockets, racks all in my jeans
I be riding around my city in that coupe looking so clean
Diamond round my wrist, man, my shit buy the whole deal
And I got your bitch with me, drop her ass off about 3

I'm all about my money
Nigga hate me 'cause I'm all about my money
The hoe love me 'cause they know I'm getting money
Every day I stay humble
Every day I'm in that trap hustling
Can't you tell that a nigga about his money

I got stacks all in my pockets, racks all in my jeans
I be riding around my city in that coupe looking so clean
Diamond round my wrist, man, my shit buy the whole deal
And I got your bitch with me, drop her ass off about 3

Man, I'm in the trap and I still move that cash
Hella got this strap, man, I got no time to relax
Time to react and I hit your ass up quick
Don't give a fuck about y'all niggas, me and my niggas on some gorilla shit

I'm all about my money
Nigga hate me 'cause I'm all about my money
The hoe love me 'cause they know I'm getting money
Every day I stay humble
Every day I'm in that trap hustling
Can't you tell that a nigga about his money

I got stacks all in my pockets, racks all in my jeans
I be riding around my city in that coupe looking so clean
I said my whip looking so mean, I'm all about that cream
I got rocks all in my Robins, I got stacks all in my jeans

I be riding around that foreign, haters, I ignore them
I don't fuck with these rap niggas, they hoes behind closed doors
She go in and trap, 'now it's time to reload
'gold spinning all on my wrist'man, I'm tryna get rich
Bricks all on my kitchen, throw back bitches, they with me
Man, these niggas so slow, I hit that nigga with a remix
G shit, man, y'all niggas see me in the streets they gonna do shit

I'm all about my money
Nigga hate me 'cause I'm all about my money
The hoe love me 'cause they know I'm getting money
Every day I stay humble
Every day I'm in that trap hustling
Can't you tell that a nigga about his money

I got stacks all in my pockets, racks all in my jeans
I be riding around my city in that coupe looking so clean
I said my whip looking so mean, I'm all about that cream
I got rocks all in my Robins, I got stacks all in my jeans
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Stacks In My Pockets Lyrics

Black Da Dealer – Stacks In My Pockets Lyrics