Stack it

(EXXILE in the house, bitch!)

Talk money? Bitch, say less

I don’t chase no man, just chase that check

Ass too fat, make ‘em break that sweat

If he ain’t got bands, then he ain’t my ex

Penthouse views, no time for the drama

Bitches stay mad, but they copy my commas

I’m too up, yeah, I’m too unbothered

Pussy too good, got ‘em spendin’ like water

He said, “Damn, you a savage” (yeah-duh)

Took his card, did damage (Uh-huh)

He love hoes, but I’m a bad bitch

I don’t do love, just transactions

Throw that ass up, let it drop, make it bounce

If he talk big, tell that boy, pull it out

Only real bitches in the spot, what’s the count?

Hit the stripper pole when the drop hit—

Bitch, I’m lit, I don’t need no luck

Make a broke boy sick when I hop out the truck

He want me? He ain’t got enough

I need a big bankroll, need a Bentley truck

Rich bitch talk, I don’t hear no lames

Pussy so wet, he forgot his name

If she talk slick, she don’t want that fade

Better keep it cute ‘fore I snatch that chain

Back it up, back it up, throw it down

We don’t play nice, we don’t mess around

Big bass hit when we drop that sound

If she talk too much, tell that hoe pipe down

Throw that ass up, let it drop, make it bounce

If he talk big, tell that boy, pull it out

Only real bitches in the spot, what’s the count?

Hit the stripper pole when the drop hit—

(Yeah, EXXILE in the house— now turn that shit up!)