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Money Stack
Hip-Hop/Rap
Money Stack was released on July 17, 2026 by Deep Entertainment as a part of the album Recovered Hard Drive
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Release DateJuly 17, 2026
LabelDeep Entertainment
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM111

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Beeda Weeda
Beeda Weeda
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brandon Emile
Brandon Emile
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Javier Roman
Javier Roman
Mixing Engineer, Mastering Engineer
Charles Cotton
Charles Cotton
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Look
Beeda Weeda
Glock .40 on my lap, wish a **** would
I was broke, fucked up, stuck up in the hood
Doin' everything opposite of what I should
Ain't tryna be a should've-been, woulda-could
Run it up, run it back, and let it marinate
Till you find a good ticket on some heavyweight
Gotta do it, get to it, don't hesitate
From the bottom, all we wanna do is elevate
On the grind, double-time, gotta get mine
Can't spend your whole life tryna get high
I'm a boss, give a fuck if I don't get signed
I'm just prayin' to the Lord I don't get time
Big money, big money what a **** need
Then I'm tryna make an exit, I ain't into greed
**** wanna get these blues, but he really green
All my hoes say I'm selfish and I'm really mean
How these **** sellin' drugs when they really fiends?
How you didn't give the plug to your own team?
How you miss a **** head with a whole beam?
Hit the road with these hoes, ake 'em hold beans
It get cold for the dough, I done sold dreams
Kick the cup, run it up, ****, no lean
In these sweats six months, ****, no jeans
With a smirky-sass bitch with a cold scheme
On my grizzy tryna get it, fuck a bad bitch
Heard my ex speakin' bad, she a sad bitch
I ain't goin' nowhere till the bag flip
I'll sell a nerd cookies when it's cat piss
Streets dry, but I'm sharper than a cactus
Tryna dodge prison bars and a casket
Run me hot, get blew like a gasket
Broad day, no mask like a savage
[Chorus]
Fuck these hoes, these ****
Get dough, get more, don't slip
Watch all the signs on the road, watch who you keep close
Be your own best friend, that switch
Jewelry and the cars and the clothes really don't mean nothin'
Don't spend it, better flip that shit
Think about your bag 'fore you flip that whip
Think about your past 'fore you hit that bitch
[Verse 2]
Gotta do your math every single red cent
Think about a house 'fore you get that Bent
Think about a mortgage, don't get that rent
**** get money, next month they spent
You was just up, now you on your dick
Wipe yourself off, get back on your shit
Hoes say I'm boring, I ain't tryna keep it lit
'Cause I ain't tryna trick on this broke-ass bitch
I'm tryna get my muthafuckin' money to the ceiling
Started from the mud, what a muthafuckin' feeling
Gave us all these drugs, muthafuckas want us killin'
But when you sell drugs, you the muthafuckin' villain
We all want a plug, feet up in a villa
I'm good with the robbers, keep up with the killas
We all tryna eat, mob deep full of dealers
Learn to stack your money, learn to handle all your business
[Chorus]
Fuck these hoes, these ****
Get dough, get more, don't slip
Watch all the signs on the road, watch who you keep close
Be your own best friend, that switch
Jewelry and the cars and the clothes really don't mean nothin'
Don't spend it, better flip that shit
Think about your bag 'fore you flip that whip
Think about your past 'fore you hit that bitch
Written by: Brandon Emile
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