paroles de chanson More Stacks - Yung Lean

Shawty, roll up, I'm a smoker
We will fly high, they below us
Bitch, I'm running on the road to the money bus
My wings fold up, smokin' winter lungs
My boys roll up, rollin' honey buns
I got pills look like rainbows in my tour bus
More cash, more stacks and there's more for us
Money foreign in my pocket and it's for us

I got bands in my Louis bags, bags under my eyes
Lean up in the club, I'm smokin' wind and gettin' fried
Fuck-fuck-fuck these other guys, I'ma do this till I die
I need a new ring, and I need another pill
Still in Yoshi City, rollin'-rollin' down a hill
I need a new high, and I need a new life
I need a hunna' million roses on me when I die

Shawty, roll up, I'm a smoker
We will fly high, they below us
Bitch, I'm running on the road to the money bus
My wings fold up, smokin' winter lungs
My boys roll up, rollin' honey buns
I got pills look like rainbows in my tour bus
More cash, more stacks and there's more for us
Money foreign in my pocket and it's for us

(For us, for us)
(More stacks)
(For us)

Shawty, roll up, I'm a smoker
We will fly high, they below us
Bitch, I'm running on the road to the money bus
My wings fold up, smokin' winter lungs
My boys roll up, rollin' honey buns
I got pills look like rainbows in my tour bus
More cash, more stacks and there's more for us
Money foreign in my pocket and it's for us

(For us, for us)
(More stacks)
(For us)