Stack It Up Alley Boy (Ft. Meek Mill)

[Chorus: Alley Boy]
Pull up on you blowin' on that loud thing
Then do whatever Mr. Chow bring
And for them hatin' niggas that's been doubtin' me
The money stack it up, it look like Yao Ming
Yao Ming, Yao Ming
These bitches wanna fuck and I'm like Yao Ming
Yao Ming, Yao Ming
The money stack it up, it look like Yao Ming

[Verse 1: Alley Boy]
Got fifty bands on my wrist, half a mill in my bitch
She droppin jean sag on my shit, foreign hoes all on my dick
Fuck the law, I could pay for it, fuck the case
I could pay for it, two-hundred rounds a day
Nigga, all them boys, fuck it, pay for it
Big titties, fake booty
Got a big dick, bitch, get to it
Young nigga minds I influence
DT, they tattooed
We got dig dimes and drone
Too much power in my tongue
Too much kush all in my lungs
We clean and play for the chrome
I'm savin up like I won, I won, look at my charm
I'm scratchin' like Yao Ming, always my money long
As I took to Milan but hardly answer phones
My paper like Yao Ming, these niggas just puttin' on
For real