CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Stacks Smacking the Ceiling
And for the n***as that I front, but the rest pay up front
I’ma only say it once, “Get out this booth, if you ain’t nuts”
I see your b*t*h ass with your chain, tryna stunt
n***a, I don't give a f**k, you just a lame in some buffs
Smacked the pistol through the back
And some came through the front
The tab was seven racks, but no complainin’ with us
If his piece ain’t twenty G’s, he ain’t hangin’ with us
Hutch did the chains, look what our chains did to Hutch
I be lookin’ like a boss, smokin’ joints up in my Biggie shades
Not really a smoker, I’m just goin’ through my hippie phase
Don’t trip over a b*t*h, especially if she can’t get me paid
I’m tryna f**k her, so I’m likin’ all the pics on Nicki page
Kinda like M.J., but ain’t ‘cause how we play
I got a gamblin' problem, I can’t stop bein’ a bank
Shake ‘em up, roll ‘em out, then snap once
Five-hunid-dollar roll, gon' ‘head and crack, chump
I hustle and ball, I’m chasin’ ‘em tickets
I need my stacks smackin’ the ceilin’
I could run in the mall and treat all my n***as
Damn, that’s a wonder feelin’
I hustle and ball (hustle and ball)
I’m chasin’ ‘em tickets (chasin’ ‘em tickets)
I need my stacks smackin’ the ceilin’ (smackin’ the ceilin’)
I could run in the mall (run in the mall)
And treat all my n***as (treat all my n***as)
Damn, that’s a wonder feelin’ (Damn, that’s a wonder feelin’)
Used to make the powder stretch
And runnin’ through a powder set
Now, these n***as sour, stressed, ‘cause the Rollie flower set
Leavin’ out of Somerset, jumpin’ in some foreign sh*t
People like, “Oh, he a rapper? Who the hell he tourin’ with?”
Gotta be a pop group, how the top popped off the coupe
Virgil did the jacket and the boots
Y'all fightin' for attention, I’m relaxin’ in the booth
With a bad b*t*h, pourin’ her some 1942
Seem like yesterday I jumped off the porch to shoot moves
Thought ballin’ was a hotel room and gym shoes
Givin’ motivation speeches to my lil’ crew
Like them oldheads that fell off, we better than them dudes
Didn’t know what I was gon’ be, just knew I couldn’t lose
But for YouTube views, I was stuffin’ work in two’s
Givin’ n***as deals, like, "You can grab ten for fifty"
n***as know this all facts, the ones that really f**k with me
I hustle and ball, I’m chasin’ ‘em tickets
I need my stacks smackin’ the ceilin’
I could run in the mall and treat all my n***as
Damn, that’s a wonder feelin’
I hustle and ball (hustle and ball)
I’m chasin’ ‘em tickets (chasin’ ‘em tickets)
I need my stacks smackin’ the ceilin’ (smackin’ the ceilin’)
I could run in the mall (run in the mall)
And treat all my n***as (treat all my n***as)
Damn, that’s a wonder feelin’ (Damn, that’s a wonder feelin’)
I’ma only say it once, “Get out this booth, if you ain’t nuts”
I see your b*t*h ass with your chain, tryna stunt
n***a, I don't give a f**k, you just a lame in some buffs
Smacked the pistol through the back
And some came through the front
The tab was seven racks, but no complainin’ with us
If his piece ain’t twenty G’s, he ain’t hangin’ with us
Hutch did the chains, look what our chains did to Hutch
I be lookin’ like a boss, smokin’ joints up in my Biggie shades
Not really a smoker, I’m just goin’ through my hippie phase
Don’t trip over a b*t*h, especially if she can’t get me paid
I’m tryna f**k her, so I’m likin’ all the pics on Nicki page
Kinda like M.J., but ain’t ‘cause how we play
I got a gamblin' problem, I can’t stop bein’ a bank
Shake ‘em up, roll ‘em out, then snap once
Five-hunid-dollar roll, gon' ‘head and crack, chump
I hustle and ball, I’m chasin’ ‘em tickets
I need my stacks smackin’ the ceilin’
I could run in the mall and treat all my n***as
Damn, that’s a wonder feelin’
I hustle and ball (hustle and ball)
I’m chasin’ ‘em tickets (chasin’ ‘em tickets)
I need my stacks smackin’ the ceilin’ (smackin’ the ceilin’)
I could run in the mall (run in the mall)
And treat all my n***as (treat all my n***as)
Damn, that’s a wonder feelin’ (Damn, that’s a wonder feelin’)
Used to make the powder stretch
And runnin’ through a powder set
Now, these n***as sour, stressed, ‘cause the Rollie flower set
Leavin’ out of Somerset, jumpin’ in some foreign sh*t
People like, “Oh, he a rapper? Who the hell he tourin’ with?”
Gotta be a pop group, how the top popped off the coupe
Virgil did the jacket and the boots
Y'all fightin' for attention, I’m relaxin’ in the booth
With a bad b*t*h, pourin’ her some 1942
Seem like yesterday I jumped off the porch to shoot moves
Thought ballin’ was a hotel room and gym shoes
Givin’ motivation speeches to my lil’ crew
Like them oldheads that fell off, we better than them dudes
Didn’t know what I was gon’ be, just knew I couldn’t lose
But for YouTube views, I was stuffin’ work in two’s
Givin’ n***as deals, like, "You can grab ten for fifty"
n***as know this all facts, the ones that really f**k with me
I hustle and ball, I’m chasin’ ‘em tickets
I need my stacks smackin’ the ceilin’
I could run in the mall and treat all my n***as
Damn, that’s a wonder feelin’
I hustle and ball (hustle and ball)
I’m chasin’ ‘em tickets (chasin’ ‘em tickets)
I need my stacks smackin’ the ceilin’ (smackin’ the ceilin’)
I could run in the mall (run in the mall)
And treat all my n***as (treat all my n***as)
Damn, that’s a wonder feelin’ (Damn, that’s a wonder feelin’)
