Money Stacks Gucci Mane

[Chorus]
I got money stacked
Like dirty clothes
I love the kids
But I don't love the hoes
Fuck wit ya, boi
Shop wit ya folks
She say she love me
But she just love rolls
I got money stacks
Like dirty clothes
And I don't love her
She love my dirty dros
And if the game slow up
I'm back to flipping O's
And I got bricks of blow
And sixty pounds of dope

[Verse 1]
R.I.P to my old hoes, say hello to my new friends
Bad chick with the red bottoms, we pull up in a brand new Benz
Foolish whip like Shawty Lo
I got foolish money, little shorty knows
My money growing like a Chia pet, our first date Lenox Mall
Our second date was shrimp & steak, our third date was hella great
Hella money, I sell hella weight
I got a big estate, with a huge lake
Helicopter with a pilot, Maybach with a driver
Bedroom with a kitchen in it, might wake up and cook a nine up
Or a deuce up for a four way
Got short money, it's no play
Got fifty pounds off that gas pack
You can smell this shit from the driveway
Sold this shit in like two days, been waiting on it like nine days
I'm a trap nigga, street living legend
Get my grass cut by like nine jays