Staxxx In My Jeans

Stacks in my jeans, Phantom up in my garage

Stacks in my jeans, Phantom up in my garage

My pockets look like rerun, your pockets look like raj

Stacks in my jeans, Phantom up in my garage

(I got) stacks in my jeans, Phantom up in my garage

(I got) stacks in my jeans, Phantom up in my garage

My pockets look like rerun, your pockets look like raj

It's the same story, a nigga rich

I'm on some nigga shit, and yo' nigga bitch

You better check him, tell him I'm off the chain

I buck and bang, homie that's on the gang

Oh I ain't got a problem, you see me gettin' stacks

You see I bought the phantom, 24's don't come with that

I've been around the world, check grip in every state

Yo' bitch don't like me, she fake, some people might call it hate

But I don't give a damn, a bosses life is how I make that bread

Toss the mic and I'll still be richer than rich and have yo' bitch make my bed

My pockets fat as shit, you niggaz mad as shit

Pumps neither one of us, I'm on some gladys shit

Many have tried and failed, shit I'm out on bail

I make more cheese than your old man and he went to yale

Shit I went to jail, you can go to hell

You got some shit to tell? I got some shit for sale

(I got) stacks in my jeans, Phantom up in my garage

(I got) stacks in my jeans, Phantom up in my garage

(I got) stacks in my jeans, Phantom up in my garage

My pockets look like rerun, your pockets look like raj

Candypaint drippin', look at all them bags

Had to show and brag, 'cause bein' broke's a drag

I gotta get this paper, my kids they gotta eat

We got a lot of heat, just case them dollars cease

Been out for ballin', shot callin' I make that change

And I don't want the range, chop that trey on thangs

That's how them gangstas do it, we get our green in bricks

We put our green in blunts, you spend your green on chicks

I'm on some player shit, dynasty, straight laker shit

Cook it up on some baker shit and chop it up for some paper bitch

I got my mind right, and my money right

If you ain't in the game for the money you the funny type

And I'm laughin' my ass off, phantom with the mask off

Legal so they hatin' when I gas off

You know how snoopy does it, phantom don't bitch touch it

One hundred thousand a show, I'm gettin' doe like fuck it

(I got) stacks in my jeans, Phantom up in my garage

(I got) stacks in my jeans, Phantom up in my garage

(I got) stacks in my jeans, Phantom up in my garage

My pockets look like rerun, your pockets look like raj

Look how that flag hangin', gangbang and I ain't no punk

Maintain 'til that thang come out the trunk, make that k go pump-pump-pump

I'm bout my business boy, makin' money never been so smooth

Your bitch you 'bout to lose, 'cause she about to choose

And that's the way it goes, s-n double-one

You want that quiet type, I want that trouble hoe

Now go get paper girl, yeah I meant for real

One time I told a bitch not to come back 'til she got $2, 000 in $2 bills

That's cold game, the whole thang

I'm high as soul plane, I smoked the whole thang

You know how daddy do it, I'm true to it

I take a cocaine buick and put some blue to it

That's some gangsta shit, these hoes love this gangsta dick

Khakis and some gangsta kicks, yeah bitch that's my gangsta fit

I'm ballin' boy, and you ain't got to ask

She all about this pimpin', I'm all about this cash

(I got) stacks in my jeans, Phantom up in my garage

(I got) stacks in my jeans, Phantom up in my garage

(I got) stacks in my jeans, Phantom up in my garage

My pockets look like rerun, your pockets look like raj

(I got, I got, I got, I got)

My pockets look like rerun, your pockets look like raj