Throwin Stacks (Stacks On Deck) Soulja Boy (Ft. J Money (ATL) & Roscoe Dash)

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[Intro]
K.E. on the track

[Chorus: Roscoe Dash]
I got Louie on my belt, Louie on my bag
I got lots of gualla, I be throwin stacks
I got [?] on my [?], a hundred on my [?]
I got lots of gualla, I be throwin stacks
Stacks on deck, [?] check
I got lots of gualla, I be throwin stacks
Got the type of money you never gon' get
I got lots of gualla, I be throwin stacks

[Verse 1: Soulja Boy]
S.O.D., bitch, I know that you heard of me
[?] swag in the club, [?] 30 deep
Shouts out to my nigga J Money, S.O.D
Stay in the club getting the checks, it's a masterpiece
Hating on the squad, [?]
Stacks on deck, throwing money in the [?]
Everywhere I go, I make it fucking rain, dawg
Soulja Boy Tell 'Em, I know you know the name, dawg
Lamborghini, Mazerati, Bentley or thе Benz
[?] up in my coupe, count up all my M's
Pretty boy swag, [?] lеft
Stripes on the side, tell the hater kill yourself