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Pile Up

The Phoeno

H-Town

Let no man separate what we create

Paper stacking like skyscrapers

You haters catching vapors

I'm so major it's unfair

I am rare

to be frank

I'm Tom Hanks

A league of their own

I am grown

So leave that bullshit alone

surrounded by piranhas

I deserve a Rita Ora Rihanna

I had Juice

Way before Bishop was hanging from the roof

Me against the world with nothing to lose

Throw some bread out

Fuck what you heard about

Niggas flock like penguins

Only when you fucking winning (UGH)

Chorus

Can a young nigga get money any more

Stacks in my slacks got em dragging on the floor

Don't get mad my bitch curves better than yours

Sipping on champagne with a stretch limo with 10 doors

Can a young nigga get money any more

Stacks in my slacks got em dragging on the floor

Don't get mad my bitch curves better than yours

Sipping on champagne with a stretch limo with 10 doors

Let the money pile up

Let the money pile up

Let the money pile up

Let the money pile up

Verse 2

Funky Funky fresh dressed

to impressed ready to party

In my coup with my group

trying to leave with you

don't act brand new

and try to tell you taking

cause i heard u ain't impressed with the money he making

and i'm collecting money like a bank teller

with more soul than a stellar

money flowing like a propeller

Blind to the bullshit like my name is Helen Keller

getting money my only option

ain't no stopping the prophet

from getting this profit

in my pockets my wallet similar to Wallace

Sonnets be the product

I am the hottest

all that's missing is a goddess

Houston we got a problem

blasting of like a rocket

Chorus

Can a young nigga get money any more

Stacks in my slacks got em dragging on the floor

Don't get mad my bitch curves better than yours

Sipping on champagne with a stretch limo with 10 doors

Can a young nigga get money any more

Stacks in my slacks got em dragging on the floor

Don't get mad my bitch curves better than yours

Sipping on champagne with a stretch limo with 10 doors

Let the money pile up

Let the money pile up

Let the money pile up

Let the money pile up

Can a young nigga get money anymore

Don't get mad my bitch curves better than yours

Can a young nigga get money any more

Stacks in my slacks got em dragging on the floor

Don't get mad my bitch curves better than yours

Sipping on champagne with a stretch limo with 10 doors

Can a young nigga get money any more

Stacks in my slacks got em dragging on the floor

Don't get mad my bitch curves better than yours

Sipping on champagne with a stretch limo with 10 doors

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