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Wale
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Whole Slab
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KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
William Roberts
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Bryan Christopher Williams
Songwriter:in
Lasana Smith
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Olubowale Akintimehin
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Shamann Cooke
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PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Fareed “Rip” Salamah
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Sam Bohl
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Fabian Marasciullo
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Beat Billionaire
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Eddie Hernandez
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Chris Athens
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Letras
[Verse 1]
Self-made ****, man, you already know
I remember we used to watch the coke drop
Now a **** crib got a boat dock
MMG Navy, ****, high tide sellers
DC Air Force, G5s are better, you already know, ****
All gold sky dwellers, fly **** shit
Belaire sippin', Ciroc pissin', foreign car dippin'
Young black millionaires, ****, we build the empires
[Verse 2]
I spend a stack on my belt, I swear you **** are watchin'
I gave a stack to my bitch, she the shit out the project
Spend a stack on my belt, that's why you bitches are stalkin'
A half a mil on a car, that's for you **** who talkin'
Spend a stack on my belt, as if you think I was floggin'
Spend a stack on my belt and you could still see my boxers
Spend a stack on my belt, that how I blew your deposit
Stack on the belt, double M, this shit poppin'
[Verse 3]
Spend a stack on my belt, got bitches askin' my name
Spend a stack on the belt, she like, "Fuck how we came"
Double R on the front, young **** stay in your lane
Spend a stack on my belt, don't even ask 'bout the chain
Spend a stack on the belt, 'cause I know she a watch
Spend a stack on the belt, 'cause my foolies on top
Spend a stack on the belt, I got your bitch on my mind
Huh, the world is mine
[Verse 4]
I spend a stack on my belt, I swear you **** are watchin'
I gave a stack to my bitch, she the shit out the project
Spend a stack on my belt, that's why you bitches are stalkin'
A half a mil on a car, that's for you **** who talkin'
Spend a stack on my belt, as if you think I was floggin'
Spend a stack on my belt and you could still see my boxers
Spend a stack on my belt, that how I blew your deposit
Stack on the belt, double M, this shit poppin'
[Verse 5]
Spend a stack on my belt, better tell these rappers to chill
Hold up, that's Hermes, more H than a B-more trap, that's for real
And I got Mosquino, yeah, you know that RIP flow, here it go
Let's have a freak show
With three shones and we don't need no more help
That Givenchy go for three, just me, Rozay, and the clique
I make these bitches suck on Cs
You make 'em suck on they teeth, let's get it
Ralph, clout, we out, they bounce
We hit, ad-lib, your bitch, her mouth
Stack on the belt, just know that's nothing to me
My soldiers real in the 'Ville, you WWE
Of course we see them punks fakin'
But we leave them slumped, shakin'
Don't believe y'all Kane stories, I should leave y'all undertaking
A stack on my belt, 250, my ride
Went from rentin' these muhfuckers to ownin' four with no miles
I pray my soul is intact, passion in the bulk of my rhyme
And when I hit that Heat game, I'm this close to LeBron, I'm gone
[Verse 6]
I spend a stack on my belt, I swear you **** are watchin'
I gave a stack to my bitch, she the shit out the project
Spend a stack on my belt, that's why you bitches are stalkin'
A half a mil on a car, that's for you **** who talkin'
Spend a stack on my belt, as if you think I was floggin'
Spend a stack on my belt and you could still see my boxers
Spend a stack on my belt, that how I blew your deposit
Stack on the belt, double M, this shit poppin'
[Verse 7]
I'm burnin' the bag, I'm swervin' Maybach
I Versace my belt, I done Hermes my flag
Got a stack round my waist, keep my bitch on a leash
She gon' eat this head up, on this dick she gon' feast
Tom Ford with the pleats, my blazer is plaid
Red hoes in my stable, yeah, my babies is bad
She spent this stack on my belt, now she callin' me father
Stingray Balenciagas, givin' mollys to models
I manage these strippers, Giuseppe's with zippers
Playin' with the Whole Slab, **** started with nickels
Rose gold on my wrist, rose gold on my shades
Spend a stack on my belt, a hun-done on my face
[Verse 8]
Spend a stack on my belt so I could stunt when I shine
Get the MAC off the shelf, keep these pussies in line
Spend a stack on my belt, ten at the bar
Blow a mil on a whip, servin' **** that raw
Spend a stack on the belt, Versace my kind
Put five on his life, put five in his mind
Spend a stack on the belt, bitch, we them real ****
Plaques on the wall, born to kill, ****, blatt, yeah
[Verse 9]
Stack on the belt, ho
Stack on the belt, ho
Spend a stack on the belt, ho
Got a stack for the freak show
On her knees and she open like a
Double M, YMCMB, boy, blatt
Written by: B) Williams, L. Smith, O. Akintimehim, Sam Cooke, William Roberts