Will Hill - Stackin' Chips

{INTRO}
Fersher
They can’t do like we do
Uh uh

{HOOK}
Night time, in the whip
Champagne, when I sip
Big money, stackin chips
Really lit, I’m really lit

{VERSE}
Triple up the bread, I like my presidents dead, yea
I was down bad when I had fucked up my leg, yea
Confident in me, could give a fuck what they said, yea
I feel like that nigga when I get up out the bed, yea
Small money go inside the shoe box
Nipple rings popping out of her tube top
Smokin big gas on the rooftop
Everybody waiting on the new drop
Niggas count me out and they don’t know how to count
I been running up the bag and they been running they mouth
Do it for the clout, I could do it from my house
I could do it from the couch, yea, without a doubt

{HOOK}
Night time, in the whip
Champagne, when I sip
Big money, stackin chips
Really lit, I’m really lit

{VERSE}
I don’t need cologne for me to pull a bitch
Tropical Cuisine, get the king fish
Born in the city of the deep dish
But raised in the city of the Freaknik
I’m throwing ones on my birthday
She cause an earthquake
I’m that nigga on my worst day
I come in first place
Bend don’t break, see it in my face
So much on my plate, got the kale with the steak
Profits from the products, then you reinvest
Don’t get greedy, try and take it you’ll be seeing less
Rolling up whenever I see the stress
I’ma catch the dome when she PMS, oowee