Stacking Sense

[Verse]
Put it on everything, never hesitant,
Sixth sense sharp, stacking dead presidents.
Wallet feel swollen, like it caught a fever,
Chasing green paper, running laps like a cheetah.
Every move calculated, steps intricate,
Money talks loud, yeah, the theme still infinite.
[Chorus]
Money talks, and I’m fluent in the language,
Stack it high, no limits, no anguish.
Every dollar a story, I’m the author,
Forever stacking, ain't no falling off here.
[Verse 2]
Pockets on swole, yeah, my jeans be brawling,
Money on my mind like it’s steady calling.
Paper trail long, stretching past horizons,
I’m the queenpin, my kingdom's rising.
Credit cards swiping like swords in battle,
Keep the bag tight, no chance it'll rattle.
[Bridge]
Dead faces whisper, secrets in my ear,
They tell me keep climbing, the top is near.
From pennies to stacks, it’s all progression,
Every dollar earned, a learned lesson.
[Chorus]
Money talks, and I’m fluent in the language,
Stack it high, no limits, no anguish.
Every dollar a story, I’m the author,
Forever stacking, ain't no falling off here.
[Outro]
Forever evident, my sixth sense keen,
Stacking dead presidents, living the dream.
Money talks loud, and I’m the translator,
Forever relevant, the ultimate paper chaser.

rap, raw, steady, confident female vocals, r&b, ad-lib, theme, female vocals