Brice Haiden - Nice and Neat Lyrics

Stackin' money
Boy, I'm stackin' G's
I stack it like a G
I stack it nice and neat
Yeah
(Ugh)
Tucked by my hip
I'm packin' heat
(Packin')
Call me Gregg Pop'
Boy, I stop a 3-peat
Thought that you was goin' strong
'Til I came along
(Came along)
I just took ya' bitch
Damn bro, she did you hella wrong
I heard you started makin' sad songs
I heard you comin' up short
Broke ass, I got my money long
Stackin' money
Boy, I'm stackin' G's
I stack it like a G
I stack it nice and neat
Yeah
(Ugh)
Tucked by my hip
I'm packin' heat
(Packin')
Call me Gregg Pop'
Boy, I stop a 3-peat
Thought that you was goin' strong
'Til I came along
(Came along)
I just took ya' bitch
Damn bro, she did you hella wrong
I heard you started makin' sad songs
I heard you comin' up short
Broke ass, I got my money long

They can talk whatever shit they want
(Shit, whatever)
Got a team and I'm standin' in the front
(Standin' in the front)
F*ck up out my face
Boy, get up off my junk
Go on, disrespect me
You gone' wind up in the trunk
Yeah
I think its funny how you
Talking all that talk
But I bet you ain't gone be ready
When I pull up
And pop, pop, pop
Guess what?
That's the sound of that Glock
Real talk
You a goofy
I'll slap you out yo' Crocs
Do the Shmoney-dance
I say f*ck a Milly rock
Call me Rich The Kid
I got Gucci on my socks
So much money
You would think
I'm f*cking with the stocks
She be on her knees
And she suckin' on my
(Suckin' on my)
Yeah
Never gave a f*ck
About a neighsayer
I got bitches like I'm John Mayer
I'ma real player
I'ma kidnapper at a daycare
I took ya' baby
Got a ring on every finger
I'm like Tom Brady, bitch

Stackin' money
Boy, I'm stackin' G's
I stack it like a G
I stack it nice and neat
Yeah
(Ugh)
Tucked by my hip
I'm packin' heat
(Packin')
Call me Gregg Pop'
Boy, I stop a 3-peat
Thought that you was goin' strong
'Til I came along
(Came along)
I just took ya' bitch
Damn bro, she did you hella wrong
I heard you started makin' sad songs
I heard you comin' up short
Broke ass, I got my money long
Stackin' money
Boy, I'm stackin' G's
I stack it like a G
I stack it nice and neat
Yeah
(Ugh)
Tucked by my hip
I'm packin' heat
(Packin')
Call me Gregg Pop'
Boy, I stop a 3-peat
Thought that you was goin' strong
'Til I came along
(Came along)
I just took ya' bitch
Damn bro, she did you hella wrong
I heard you started makin' sad songs
I heard you comin' up short
Broke ass, I got my money long

Ever heard that you should stay in ya' lane?
I got ambition flowing
Made my own way
I got it from grain
Jealousy, envy, greed
It's all the same
My success is the cause
Of a whole lotta pain
I could break it down for you
But it's already plain
And simple
All you gotta do is use your brain
(Use it)
Got the Burning Passion
My legacy's up in flames
You the new Young Lennon?
F*ck it, call me Kurt Cobain
(Got 'em)
Never gave a damn about a hater's opinion
I don't need a fast car
To stay driven
I'ma kill the game
And I don't need your permission
I'ma drop a whole crib on a watch
Look how I'm livin'
You and me
Too different
I'm big pimpin'
You big mad
You big trippin'
What's in your double-cup, clown?
What you sippin'?
Claiming that you got a bust-down
But yo wrist ain't even glistenin'

Stackin' money
Boy, I'm stackin' G's
I stack it like a G
I stack it nice and neat
Yeah
(Ugh)
Tucked by my hip
I'm packin' heat
(Packin')
Call me Gregg Pop'
Boy, I stop a 3-peat
Thought that you was goin' strong
'Til I came along
(Came along)
I just took ya' bitch
Damn bro, she did you hella wrong
I heard you started makin' sad songs
I heard you comin' up short
Broke ass, I got my money long
Stackin' money
Boy, I'm stackin' G's
I stack it like a G
I stack it nice and neat
Yeah
(Ugh)
Tucked by my hip
I'm packin' heat
(Packin')
Call me Gregg Pop'
Boy, I stop a 3-peat
Thought that you was goin' strong
'Til I came along
(Came along)
I just took ya' bitch
Damn bro, she did you hella wrong
I heard you started makin' sad songs
I heard you comin' up short
Broke ass, I got my money long