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Stack It High
Hip-Hop/Rap
Stack It High was released on February 26, 2026 by MIXMASTER BONES PRODUCTIONS as a part of the album Stack It High - Single
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Release DateFebruary 26, 2026
LabelMIXMASTER BONES PRODUCTIONS
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM61

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
dj og bones
dj og bones
Recorder
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
SAMUEL OGORMAN
SAMUEL OGORMAN
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
dj og bones
dj og bones
Assistant Engineer

Lyrics

Intro
Yeah
Turn the whole damn city up tonight
We ain’t came to play
We came to stack, flex, and get fucked up
Hook
Stack it high, let that money touch the sky
Whole squad lit and we don’t ask why
Bottles up, yeah we stay fucked up
Blunts rolled fat, can’t nobody shut us up
Stack it high, let that money touch the sky
Hustlers move quiet but the pockets loud
Middle fingers up, we don’t give a fuck
Whole club wild when we rollin’ up
Verse 1
Came from the block where the rent late due
Lights flicker off, what the hell we gon’ do?
Now it’s big bills folded in a rubber band
Same damn hustle, just a bigger plan
Corner store dreams turned penthouse views
Same old pain but some brand new shoes
Whole crew grindin’, yeah we still don’t sleep
Eyes bloodshot but the goals run deep
Bartender pouring like the bottle broke
We don’t sip slow, we choke that smoke
Laughin’ loud, middle fingers to the doubt
Every broke motherfucker know what I’m talkin’ ‘bout
We was down bad, now we way too up
Whole section packed and we don’t give a fuck
Security watchin’ but they know the vibe
When the hustlers step in, that’s a money tide
Hook
Stack it high, let that money touch the sky
Whole squad lit and we don’t ask why
Bottles up, yeah we stay fucked up
Blunts rolled fat, can’t nobody shut us up
Stack it high, let that money touch the sky
Hustlers move quiet but the pockets loud
Middle fingers up, we don’t give a fuck
Whole club wild when we rollin’ up
Verse 2
Smoke in the air like a fog machine
Green so loud it could start a scene
Ash on the floor, don’t care who stare
VIP life, we don’t play fair
Shots back to back, now she off that goose
Whole damn night feel bulletproof
DJ spinning, crowd gon’ jump
Bass in the chest make the heartbeat thump
Money on the table, that’s motivation
No handouts, that’s dedication
From the mud to the marble floor
Now we buyin’ bottles by the fuckin’ four
Haters talk shit but they broke as hell
We just laugh while the profits swell
Every loss turned lesson learned
Every bridge we crossed got burned
Bridge
Toast to the grind, toast to the pain
Toast to the nights in the cold ass rain
Toast to the wins, toast to the scars
Now we poppin’ corks by the foreign cars
If you came to party, better act insane
If you came for drama, get the fuck out the lane
This a celebration, not a sad ass song
We been broke too long, now the money long
Hook
Stack it high, let that money touch the sky
Whole squad lit and we don’t ask why
Bottles up, yeah we stay fucked up
Blunts rolled fat, can’t nobody shut us up
Stack it high, let that money touch the sky
Hustlers move quiet but the pockets loud
Middle fingers up, we don’t give a fuck
Whole club wild when we rollin’ up
Verse 3
Cash so thick can’t fold it neat
Still got dirt from the old concrete
Still got homies on the same damn strip
Still pour liquor for the ones we miss
Life too short, so we live too fast
Roll one more, let the blunt get passed
Another round, let the speakers crack
If the roof on fire, we ain’t holdin’ back
Diamonds flash when the lights hit right
Gold teeth gleam in the neon light
Every step heavy, confidence strong
We done turned every “no” into a “you was wrong”
This for the grinders, this for the real
This for the ones who refuse to kneel
This for the nights we ain’t had no heat
Now we burnin’ up every fuckin’ beat
Final Hook (Extended)
Stack it high, let that money touch the sky
If you broke last year, let that old shit die
Bottles up, yeah we stay fucked up
Whole damn club can’t get enough
Stack it high, let that money touch the sky
Hustlers worldwide, let the cash multiply
Middle fingers up, we don’t give a fuck
Tonight we rich, tonight we up
Outro
Yeah
From the struggle to the spotlight glow
From the corner to the front row
If you grind hard, then you already know
Stack it high… and let that shit show.
Written by: SAMUEL OGORMAN
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