Stacks In My Slacks - Yung Bans, Tracy

Yeah, I put in work, I got stacks in my slacks

This jacket cost some racks, I can’t spill nothin' on that

Yeah, she said my dick like crack

Yeah, let her ride up on her back, huh

Yeah, rob that nigga with no mask

Yeah, that’s a 100K in cash

Yeah, put my feet up and relax

Yeah, sippin' champagne out the glass

Yeah, ayy yeah, ayy yeah

Ayy, real water, diamonds make 'em stare, yeah

Hitting off the light, look how they glare, oh

Got a lotta money like the fair

Yeah, man, this shit ain’t come easy, hmm, ayy

Fuck your bitch, I leave her greasy

I’m like why that lil' ho wanna tease me?

Huh

Come around, I just need you to please me

I put some ice on my wrist like it’s broke

These niggas be lyin', call that boy Pinocchio

Oh, that’s your ho?

I seen her front row at the show

I took her home, you don’t wanna know what went on

Ooh yeah, ooh yeah

My money legal, I don’t trap

Ooh yeah

I love this money and I won’t cheat on 'em racks, yeah

Huh, ayy, I ain’t cheatin' on 'em racks, huh, ayy

Fuck your hoe and give her back, hey, yeah

If it ain’t 'bout money then don’t hit my jack, yeah, huh

Slap a nigga with the MAC, ayy, huh

Slap a nigga with the fire, yeah

Fuck around and pop a Perc', OD and die, yeah

Nigga think he sweet, then come around and try, oh, yeah

I feel like R. Kelly, damn, I can fly

Oh yeah, oh yeah

Hit her from the back, pull out her hair

Oh yeah, oh yeah

Straight out this jungle with the lion, tiger, bear

Yeah, I put in work, I got stacks in my slacks

This jacket cost some racks, I can’t spill nothin' on that

Yeah, she said my dick like crack

Yeah, let her ride up on her back, huh

Yeah, rob that nigga with no mask

Yeah, that’s a 100K in cash

Yeah, put my feet up and relax

Yeah, sippin' champagne out the glass