Down For My Stacks Lyrics

[Dee Money Verse 1]

When I was lil all i could think about was gettin dis
cheddar had dreams of being like 2pac or even better
so i was down 4 my stacks and i made a killin turned
it over b.gizzle to resolve my feelings.

[Dee Money Chorus]

I'm down 4 my stacks i'm rollin wit b.gizzle mayne i'm down 4 my cheddar

[BG Chorus]

I'm down 4 my stacks i'm rollin wit dee money mayne i'm down 4 my cheddar

[Dee Money Verse 2]

Mayne If u Know bout hustlaz then u know bout me,
rollin wit b.g ready 2 get dis cheese,
pullin and poppin triggaz,
ready 2 get these stacks ready 2 to show these niggaz
dat my nigga geezy back, rollin in a impala wit 23
inch chrome rollin on firebird giavonni stones, ready 2 show da world

dat i'm down 4 my stacks, and send these niggas packin
wit dat monkey on em lackin,
and show these niggas why i keep a heata under my jacket
i dress in all black to impress cause i'm a 9th ward
nigga, new orleans only hustla,
and i'm down 4 my stacks nigga I lean wit it i rock
wit i do da fema bounce wit it,
I need my fema stacks nigga,
go back 2 new orleans and pull up in a fema lac nigga,Katrina
shut us down we makin a come in 06 nigga believe we
coming back,im gone come back swinging and wreck katrina

then do her something wrong i'ma let off three or 4
bullets straight off in her dome,
i'm a ride 2 da nolia and meet b.
g. and let katrina have nigga best believe me.
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Chorus

[BG Verse 3]

i'm da type a nigga dat grind wit no sleep,
i'll be a lie if i said i ride wit no heat i stay posted
on da block,i don't run away from cops,
i just let dem niggaz have call dee money tell give
dat heater out his jacket,
i'm a magnolia prince a vl hustla, chopper city boyz we grind all summer,

it's me, dee money, hakizzle,
gar, mike, and, sniper us 6 together nigga we dogging
rifles mpulling triggas, bust ya brain,
killing niggas 4 pocket change i'm down 4 my stacks
and nuttin less, i'm da type a nigga dat'll pull ya
blood vessels out ya chest,
r.i.p. 2 my nigga soulja slim,
he been my nigga ever sense he was magnolia slim,
when been hustlin on vl ever sense i was young n thuggin,but
now dat he gone, a nigga thuggin in public,

my daddy named me christopher,
lost him at thirteen he left me hakizzle and my mamma
carol dats my queen,i been bad ever sense,
i been trying 2 get dis monkey my back,
so i called dee money, and now i'm down 4 my stacks.

Chorus

[BG Talking]

Yeah Make sho ya'll go pick up my nigga dee money new album ya heard me,

called LIFE AFTER HURRICANCE KATRINA,
It's CHOPPER CITY yo dee say something 2 em right qick

[Dee Money Talking]

No I ain't a hater don't get me wrong,
you made it a hot line,me and b.g. made it a hot song peace.