Stack It Up Lyrics - Singles - Alley Boy

Pull up on you, blowing 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 

() 

Got 50 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, 200 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 toungue 

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 putting on 

For real 

Related 

Naughty & Nice Christmas Songs 

Watch Cardi B Joins James Corden For Carpool Karaoke 

Ariana Grande Adds Her Own Verse To "Last Christmas" 

(Hook) 

Pull up on you, blowing 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 

(Meek Mill) 

Alley What up, Meek Millie 

Yea, Okay I stand tall with that China white, uh call that Yao Ming 

I don't fuck with these pussy niggas 

They all singing like Al Green 

We well respected, well connected 

My money long and my Car's clean 

Gold rims in my Aston Martin 

No rollin bitch cuz my cars clean 

New Lamborghini Murc go scrrrr 

That bull shit you kickin won't work 

I'm out in Chi town, meet my nigga Durk 

Nigga run up on me wrong 

Pussy nigga get murked, bang bang nigga 

White bricks duckin from the chain gang nigga 

Cock back, head shot, brain hang nigga 

Same week, brain from ya main thing nigga 

Keep it real, can't tell me they ain't gang niggas 

Black masks, we ain't never gangbang nigga 

Matte Black coming through the left lane nigga 

You a pawn playin in a chess game nigga 

FN straight through ya vest game nigga 

Hold up, let me slow it down for these fuck boys 

Weed loud, jewelry loud, we make enough noise 

Photos 

(Hook) 

Pull up on you, blowing 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 

() 

Must be Fat Trel, Alley Boy, Louie V Mob 

Alley Boy talk a big bank bet that the Sosa at 6, little Ricky duct tape em all 

50, 000 in hunger 

Got yo girl kissin on my stomach 

You know that the young boy here do numbas 

Hittem one time, bitch lose my number 

Runnin too long gon' show no pity 

A-Town don, bitch this my city 

Georgia power, she ate my State 

Home of the brave, nigga fuck yo city 

Alley Boy a gold mine, I'mma golden child 

Nigga diamond in the dirt 

With all these DT's in they face and all the LV's on my shirt 

Money long like Yao Ming, that's the chain, that ain't no green 

That's K row, that ain't no lean 

To a fuck nigga that ain't no team 

My paper tall, and my tape dogs 

2 Pac's on, new outlaw 

Play with me, hand choppa 

50 rounds, face off 

(Hook) 

Pull up on you, blowing on that loud thing 

Then do whatever Mr. Cho bring 

And for them hatin niggas that's been doubtin me 

The money stack it up, it look like Yao Ming