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letra de money stackers - domenico (ita) & nteezus

[intro: domenico]
(uh, yeah)
(uh, yeah, uh)

[verse 1: domenico]
i just had a little chat with your favorite rapper, huh
i just made a couple hundreds, i’m the money stacker, huh
e-everybody stole my flow, i’m like, “give it back”, uh-huh
what you doing in the stu’? go make my d-mn big mac
th-th-they give me sh-t for free like it’s a robbery
you still doin’ the same sh-t, but i know i’m who you wanna be
tell him if he move, move cautiously
(ooh, ah) i know that boy cappin’
but this ain’t mario odyssey
yeah, b-tch, i’m back, and i’m bad again
askin’ for a feature, uh, that sh-t would be damagin’
t-that boy tryna steal beats, like he mandarin
scramble all your swag together, wе could see it vanishing
b-tch, go check your quality of life (quality of life)
i don’t wanna see you ’til you makе a sale on f-ckin’ splice, yeah
br-brand new lambo’, i don’t know if it suffice
i need twenty, i need thirty, i need forty, make that twice, yeah
still heavy in the streets, no traces
de-deal his medicine, it’s time he gets a taste of it
pockets soarin’ sellin off the blunts, they sh-t is laced up
(he flexin’ what? he flexin’ huh?) ooh-ah, that sh-t’s a paystub
[verse 2: nt–zus]
hah, hah, no, they can’t f-ck with me
hah, hah, no, they can’t f-ck with me
hah, hah, it’s lookin’ up to me
hah, hah, you b-tches stuck with me
told ’em, “know your place,” buddy, i feel like a white dad
he tryna dash like the flash, but he can’t make this time-lapse
talkin’ ’bout my discog’, b-tch, i wipe you with just my scr-ps
hustle everyday, yo’ b-tch ass hating from an ipad
ew, greasy-ass b-tch like chicago pizza
take a trip for the night, get f-cked up in ibiza
he was engaging, now he’s getting on his knees
told him, “‘fore you get inside this ring, you better sign this prenup”
ksi, i’ll knock him out with his sharp elbow
f-cked him up, now he on ig actin’ all mellow (yeah)
i play with strings, and i don’t talk cello
four bad b-tches all outside, told ’em all, “h-llo”
then i took her to this pond meadow
yeah, he’s insignificant, he really just an odd fellow
crush his head between my hands like a smore
yeah, he scared, got him wear masks, turn him into marshmello

[outro: marshmello]
(i’m so alone, nothing feels like home)
(i’m so alone, trying to find my way back home to you)

- domenico ita nteezus

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