(Damn, damn)

Profit and pain, Sitting Bull, let it stack

[Chorus: Berner]

Let it stack, let it stack, we've been ballin' off the pack

Carbon paper, bubble wrap, I'm in love with the trap

We count rubber band money, in the country with the batch

That'll blow your face off, good weed and dirty cash

Let it stack, let it stack, we've been ballin' off the pack

Carbon paper, bubble wrap, I'm in love with the trap

We count rubber band money, in the country with the batch

That'll blow your face off, good weed and dirty cash

[Verse 1: Berner]

GDP, Bubba Kush, Cherry Pie, OG Kush

Had the Cookies in the weight what a crazy-ass look

I land at eight in the H, can you pick me up from Bush?

Hella money in the telly, told the cleaning lady 'push'

We flip work like I'm whippin' on the wok

From a spot to a yacht to a whole city block

From a Southwest flight with a QP in my sock

To a cargo plane with a metric ton, don't stop

I be lost in the morning when I'm tryna pick a watch

Smell like weed on my flight, that's why they tryna kick me off

I let it stack, run it back and bless the homies with half

Put the shit on the map, ain't no holdin' me back

[Chorus: Berner]

Let it stack, let it stack, we've been ballin' off the pack

Carbon paper, bubble wrap, I'm in love with the trap

We count rubber band money, in the country with the batch

That'll blow your face off, good weed and dirty cash

Let it stack, let it stack, we've been ballin' off the pack

Carbon paper, bubble wrap, I'm in love with the trap

We count rubber band money, in the country with the batch

That'll blow your face off, good weed and dirty cash

[Verse 2: Berner]

Good weed and dirty cash

A whole thirty in the mag, I've been up north ballin'

Ballin' with the homies persian hash in the drop-top rag

Ridin' dirty without tags on the way to Fort Bragg

I bet I'm leavin' with some bags

When I slide down south, I grab everything I have

Garlic noodles with the crab, new cameras for the pad

And I've been stackin' money like it's never comin' back

I wasn't happy with the order, had to send it all back

At the stop light, chillin' with the chopper on my lap

Lookin' in the mirrors, paranoid I'm spillin white ash just plottin'

Damn, time flyin' fast

Ain't nothin' like a fire-ass bag

[Chorus: Berner]

Let it stack, let it stack, we've been ballin' off the pack

Carbon paper, bubble wrap, I'm in love with the trap

We count rubber band money, in the country with the batch

That'll blow your face off, good weed and dirty cash

Let it stack, let it stack, we've been ballin' off the pack

Carbon paper, bubble wrap, I'm in love with the trap

We count rubber band money, in the country with the batch

That'll blow your face off, good weed and dirty cash