LEARN LYRICS

Stacks, stacks, stacks
Got calluses from counting
Gloves
'Cause fingerprints
The cops have 'em
Stacks, stacks, stacks
The rubber band snaps
It's not Durex
A money band
Wrapped around
A stack of hundreds
Stacks, stacks, stacks
Got calluses from counting
Gloves
'Cause fingerprints
The cops have 'em
Stacks, stacks, stacks
The rubber band snaps
It's not Durex
A money band
Wrapped around
A stack of hundreds
It's Polo and Hermes
Like cooooke
'Cause white is everywhere
Like cooooke
On your block
Like cooooke
On my T-Shirt
Like cooooke
They make way for me
You're standing in line
They wanna take my picture
Like I was at the station
Yeah
That at the sight of it
The nose itches
The sight itches
Nose
The sight itches
Nose
If
Not
Trap
Then I'm going back to the
Block
Then I'm going back to the
Block
Then I'm going back to the block
I don't pay tax
The high court can judge me
Got no money in the bank
I keep the sauce in cash
And I feel like a priest
When I turn powder into sauce
'Cause here a lucky draw
Is less often
Than one in a hundred
Stacks, stacks, stacks
Got calluses from counting
Gloves
'Cause fingerprints
The cops have 'em
Stacks, stacks, stacks
The rubber band snaps
It's not Durex
A money band
Wrapped around
A stack of hundreds
Like yeee-
Like cooooke
C*nts, c*nts, c*nts
I'm sore from f*cking
I take 'em for a test drive
The crew sends them to work
Everyone incognito
'Cause nobody wants
To go on vacation
But he'll send his fiancée
When he runs out of cash here
Beats, beats, beats
Like these c*nts
My d*ck's so long
That I bounce it off my knee
I keep weed in my underwear
My d*ck is the merchandise
And a few sluts with me
But it's a clean sweep, Diho
Chicks from Erasmus
Young Italian and Spanish girls
Diho the orangutan
When he enters, the glasses shake
If you're already tired
Then call your girlfriends for me
And if every one of them is done
Then call me a taxi
Diho
Stacks, stacks, stacks
Got calluses from counting
Gloves
'Cause fingerprints
The cops have 'em
Stacks, stacks, stacks
The rubber band snaps
It's not Durex
A money band
Wrapped around
A stack of hundreds
Stacks, stacks, stacks
Got calluses from counting
Gloves
'Cause fingerprints
The cops have 'em
Stacks, stacks, stacks
The rubber band snaps
It's not Durex
A money band
Wrapped around
A stack of hundreds
I don't pay taxes
Like cooooke
Wanna dance, then earn it
Like cooooke
Here, hustling is a profession
Like cooooke
Your homie's a cockroach
Like cooooke
I don't pay taxes
Wanna dance, then earn it
Here, hustling is a profession
Your homie's a cockroach
Like yeee-
Like cooooke
Like yeee-
Like cooooke
Like yeee-
Like cooooke