1000 Stacks
Blade... [echoing whisper]
[Diddy]Yeah (yeah)Aiyyo Nelly (aiyyo Nelly)Let's do this (let's do this)AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
[Notorious B.I.G. sample (Diddy)]"At-at-at last, I'm literally loungin black" (yeah)"Sittin back, countin double digit thousand stacks" (c'mon)"At last, I'm literally loungin black" (yeah)"Sittin back, countin double digit thousand stacks" (let's go)
[Nelly]Uhh, uhh, uhhGot a bad bitch with me, she in the ValentinoHalf black and Filipino, I let her count the C-notesHer under Apple Bottom, my underwear Sean JohnA hundred on every arm, hundred more in my charm (let's go)
[Chorus: Diddy (Nelly)](Tell 'em Puff!) Let your mind, let your body and your soul go{Let your soul go} It's aight, get your money, stack more dough(Tell 'em Puff!) Pick a day, get your girl, come and playC'mon, you know my motherfuckin name - you know my motherfuckin name
[Nelly]Uhh, uhh, uhh, uhhHow 'bout we hop the Monte Carlo tomorrow with lots of bottlesIn the ocean with the goggles and act like we won the lottoUh-oh! Lamborghini, Bugatto, I'm mashin on the throttleMy motto is snatch your model with a lot of {?}Ay! Insane, my game is like JamesOr, Kobe or maybe Dwyane Wade'sFresh shades, Alexander McClainsBottles of Rosй, Cоroc and O.J.
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[Interlude: Notorious B.I.G. sample (Diddy)]"At last, I'm literally loungin black" (c'mon)"Sittin back, countin double digit thousand stacks" (let's go)"At last, I'm literally loungin black" (c'mon)"Sittin back, countin double digit thousand stacks" (let's go)"Sittin back, countin double digit thousand stacks" (let's go)"Sittin back, countin double digit thousand stacks" (let's go)"Sittin back, sittin back, sittin back, sittin back" (c'mon)"Sittin back, countin double digit thousand stacks" (let's go)
[Nelly]I kick in the door, wavin the 4-4All you heard was "Derrty, don't hurt 'em no more"Well fuck that, I'm takin my ring back (ring back)So take that (take that) so take that
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[Nelly]I pull up to the party, Bacardi, smokin cigar-ywith the baddest little shorty cause shorty love to get naughtyUh-oh! Dollar after dollar you niggaz might wanna hollaI cinch your little collar, I'll {?} you with a commaAy! Keep time, eight-piece shineWe fly, only in G-5Uh-oh! She's fine, yup, she's minePut your peace high, homie for B.I.
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[Nelly]Uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhhNow - what y'all wanna do?You fuckin with a baller, a St. Louis brawlerYou can hate but she gon' fuck with me regardlessV-V-A flawless, all this
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[Nelly]Uhh, stackin paper's contagious, buildin paper skyscrapersUhh, stuntin outrageous, comin straight out the matrixUh-oh! Hustle lil' mami, countin paper's my hobbyThrowin up the Ducati, down the streets of MiamiC'mon, my neck gold, the bling is RingoAnd uhh, it came gold, it made to hang lowUh-oh! The bankroll is made to stay swoleAnd uhh, it can't fold, more paper than Kangol
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