Gold Stacks Lyrics – Future

[Intro: Future]
DMC! you global now, n!gga
I just need some
'cause I already got one with the seal, n!gga
Yeah, I got one in the cut with a seal, yeah
Yeah

[Refrain: Future]
Step on a n!gga, n!gga
Step on a n!gga in some all white ones, n!gga
F**king on your b!tch, holding on my gun, yeah (Woo)
F**k the plug, I just ran through a ton, uh

[Chorus: Future]
I don't wanna shoot no dice unless
We betting gold stacks, n!gga
Bet a ten, shoot a ten
My twin serving dog food
Go and ask the promoter
I charge three-fifty for a walkthrough (Pluto)
Back to back in Saudi Arabia, I charged 1.5 (Woo)
Three mil' just to talk, n!gga, that's all I got
I just stepped on a b!tch in Chanel Number 9
I just stepped up her swag, now she all buss down
I'm a rich junkie, yeah, all these drugs I buy

[Verse 1: Future]
B!tch, blow a n!gga top
Before you blow my high (A n!gga top)
Had my scammers with me too
They letting these hundreds fly
Throw some hundreds like ones
Make a straight girl bi
She just f**ked me in front of her friends
Told me she was shy
And she eat whatever I tell her
That's a gumbo vibe (Eat it)
I ain't even gotta say nothing
This ho look at me like God
How much you paid for that Jumbo Patek?
Four twenty-five
(No, that's four-fifty, for real)

[Chorus: Future]
I don't wanna shoot no dice unless
We betting gold stacks, n!gga
Bet a ten, shoot a ten, my twin serving dog food
Go and ask the promoter
I charge three-fifty for a walkthrough
Back to back in Saudi Arabia, I charged 1.5
Three mil' just to talk, n!gga, that's all I got
I just stepped on a b!tch in Chanel Number 9 (Yeah)
I just stepped up her swag, now she all buss down
I'm a rich junkie, yeah, all these drugs I buy

[Verse 2: Future]
I done talked so much sh!t
My problems can't even think (What he say?)
I start talking so many numbers
They calling me the bank (Yeah)
Bought me a pay 'em card
Dr. Phil for that drank (Yeah)
I give 'em a brick and uh
They gone leave you stained (Yeah)
Free my n!gga Chuck
I told him we getting a billion off the top
We don't even wanna know who shot at you
We wiping off a block
Over one thousand shells
They gone hear 'bout it tomorrow
Ain't no time to negotiate
We got them bails, f**k a clock
I'm The Wizard, n!gga
I can turn the trap into a star
I'm in the real rare, n!gga
Utomobile, that's a double R
I done came out the field
I work a stick, f**k a guitar
You ain't got enough to gamble
Then you can put up your car

[Chorus: Future]
I don't wanna shoot no dice unless
We betting gold stacks, n!gga
Bet a ten, shoot a ten
My twin serving dog food
Go and ask the promoter
I charge three-fifty for a walkthrough
Back to back in Saudi Arabia, I charged 1.5
Three mil' just to talk, n!gga, that's all I got
I just stepped on a b!tch in Chanel Number 9
I just stepped up her swag, now she all buss down
I'm a rich junkie, yeah, all these drugs I buy

[Refrain: Future]
(Yeah, step on a n!gga, n!gga)
(Step on a n!gga in some all white ones, n!gga)
(F**king on your b!tch, holding on my gun, yeah) (Woo)
(F**k the plug, I just ran through a ton, uh)

[Outro: Future]
Unless we betting gold stacks, n!gga
I don't wanna shoot no dice
Unless we betting gold stacks, n!gga
I don't wanna shoot no dice
Unless we betting gold stacks