First Im going to stack my flow
Then Im going to stack some more
Close shop then I do my count
Hide the rest of the yams at my auntie house
Get fresh and jump in one of them cars
Hit the club and get one of them broads
Its a wrap we on the way to the house
By 345 Ill be kicking her out
Patty cake patty cake microwave
These sckas make a square god damn Im paid
Im so cool but Im so hot and Im so fly and you is so not
Show me what your working with just like that
Turn around bend over bring it back
Snowman and Mannie Fresh bring it back
So Mannie Fresh and Snowman its a rap
Wrap it up in the club ya Im so crazy
These other rappers actors like Patrick Swayze
I try to tell them but these nggas aint hear me
Mossberg pump im riding shotgun literally
Live from the projects you know what it is
Hey Snowman can I get an adlib
Get the club crunk cant take that from me
A drop ya still got a lil jon money
First Im going to stack my flow
Then Im going to stack some more
Close shop then I do my count
Hide the rest of the yams at my auntie house
Get fresh and jump in one of them cars
Hit the club and get one of them broads
Its a wrap on the way to the house
By 345 Ill be kicking her out
I see you lookin what you looking at
Catch Snowman in the kitchen with his cooking ass
Im so clean but Im so grimey
So dirty but yet Im so shiney
My ngga Kiki B told me me finish my meal
Def jam 7 figures we can finish the deal
Some say I lucked up I call it perfect timing
Ngga I cant lose the whole citys behind me
First Im going to stack my flow
Then Im going to stack some more
Close shop then I do my count
Hide the rest of the yams at my auntie house
Get fresh and jump in one of them cars
Hit the club and get one of them broads
Its a wrap on the way to the house
By 345 Ill be kicking her out
I got million dollar dreams and federal nightmares
We pop chris my nggas and still drink beer
What did you expect man I came from nothing
Real street nggas wouldnt change for nothing
Got my ngga out the hood its such a wonderful feeling
Three car garage with the twelve foot ceilings
It ought to be a crime just to feel this good
I swear it ought to be a crime just to be in this hood
First Im going to stack my flow
Then Im going to stack some more
Close shop then I do my count
Hide the rest of the yams at my auntie house
Get fresh and jump in one of them cars
Hit the club and get one of them broads
Its a wrap on the way to the house
My 345 I be king of the house
