Original lyrics

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We gon' be stackin', stackin' every second Tell me things, tell me things, I'ma take you to heaven We gon' be stackin', stackin' every second Tell me things, tell me things, I'ma take you to heaven We gon' be stackin', stackin' every second Tell me things, tell me things, I'ma take you to heaven We gon' be stackin', stackin' every second Tell me things, tell me things, I'ma take you to heaven 'Bout to pull up on the block Block, block, block, block Block, block, block, block Block, block, block, block 'Bout to pull up on the block Block, block, block, block Block, block, block, block Block, block, block, block 'Bout to pull up on the Champagne, stupid face Pink wheels, speed race Green money in a briefcase 'Bout to pull up on a party, blue waves New York, just a few days Eyes closed, big fade 'Bout to pull up on the whole team Insane, run rings, no chase Jupiter, outer space When we pull on the A. G., Dylan Brady Hollywood, Brooke, baby Go dumb, so crazy When we pull on the We gon' be stackin', stackin' every second Tell me things, tell me things, I'ma take you to heaven We gon' be stackin', stackin' every second Tell me things, tell me things, I'ma take you to heaven We gon' be stackin', stackin' every second Tell me things, tell me things, I'ma take you to heaven We gon' be stackin', stackin' every second Tell me things, tell me things, I'ma take you to heaven 'Bout to pull up on the block Block, block, block, block Block, block, block, block Block, block, block, block 'Bout to pull up on the block Block, block, block, block Block, block, block, block Block, block, block, block 'Bout to pull up on the block Block, block, block, block Block, block, block, block Block, block, block, block 'Bout to pull up on the block Block, block, block, block Block, block, block, block Block, block, block, block Yeah