1000 Stacks lyrics

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, uhh

Got a bad bitch with me, she in the Valentino

Half black and Filipino, I let her count the C-notes

Her under Apple Bottom, my underwear Sean John

A 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 play

C'mon, you know my motherfuckin name - you know my motherfuckin name

[Nelly]

Uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh

How 'bout we hop the Monte Carlo tomorrow with lots of bottles

In the ocean with the goggles and act like we won the lotto

Uh-oh! Lamborghini, Bugatto, I'm mashin on the throttle

My motto is snatch your model with a lot of {?}

Ay! Insane, my game is like James

Or, Kobe or maybe Dwyane Wade's

Fresh shades, Alexander McClains

Bottles of Rosй, Cоroc and O.J.

[Chorus]

[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 4-4

All 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

[Chorus]

[Nelly]

I pull up to the party, Bacardi, smokin cigar-y

with the baddest little shorty cause shorty love to get naughty

Uh-oh! Dollar after dollar you niggaz might wanna holla

I cinch your little collar, I'll {?} you with a comma

Ay! Keep time, eight-piece shine

We fly, only in G-5

Uh-oh! She's fine, yup, she's mine

Put your peace high, homie for B.I.

[Chorus]

[Interlude]

[Nelly]

Uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh

Now - what y'all wanna do?

You fuckin with a baller, a St. Louis brawler

You can hate but she gon' fuck with me regardless

V-V-A flawless, all this

[Chorus]

[Nelly]

Uhh, stackin paper's contagious, buildin paper skyscrapers

Uhh, stuntin outrageous, comin straight out the matrix

Uh-oh! Hustle lil' mami, countin paper's my hobby

Throwin up the Ducati, down the streets of Miami

C'mon, my neck gold, the bling is Ringo

And uhh, it came gold, it made to hang low

Uh-oh! The bankroll is made to stay swole

And uhh, it can't fold, more paper than Kangol

[Interlude]