Stack It to the Ceiling

[Intro]
Yeah
Count it up, count it up
Look
[Chorus]
I get money, I don’t chase, it’s runnin’ to me (runnin’ to me)
Whole team eatin’, every night a new receipt (aye)
Pocket full of pressure, but the fit stay clean
We just stack it to the ceiling, let it lean, let it lean (woah)
I get money, I don’t chase, it’s runnin’ to me
Turn a little into plenty, made it jump all week
Pocket full of pressure, but the drip still mean
We just stack it to the ceiling, let it lean, let it lean (yeah)
[Verse 1 – Male]
Used to flip coins, now I flip contracts
Signed my own checks, turned hope to calm facts
Mama in the front row, watch the boy relax
‘Cause the rent paid up and the car all black
Hit the club light, owner dappin’ me (dappin’ me)
Told me, “Bring whoever, all that’s on the fee”
Bottles in a pyramid, green in a stream
Every night a rerun of a first big dream
[Chorus]
I get money, I don’t chase, it’s runnin’ to me (runnin’ to me)
Whole team eatin’, every night a new receipt (hey)
Pocket full of pressure, but the fit stay clean
We just stack it to the ceiling, let it lean, let it lean (woah)
I get money, I don’t chase, it’s runnin’ to me
Turn a little into plenty, made it jump all week
Pocket full of pressure, but the drip still mean
We just stack it to the ceiling, let it lean, let it lean
[Verse 2 – Male]
Wrist on “don’t ask,” face on “don’t trip”
If I talk numbers, that’s a different script
Friends turned family, strangers want a pic
Funny how the tables spin when you never quit
Two phones buzzin’, that’s a light day (light day)
Add another zero, that’s the right way
Told my old self, “We ain’t goin’ back”
Every dollar is a soldier, send it out, it comes back
[Chorus]
I get money, I don’t chase, it’s runnin’ to me (runnin’ to me)
Whole team eatin’, every night a new receipt
Pocket full of pressure, but the fit stay clean
We just stack it to the ceiling, let it lean, let it lean (yeah)
I get money, I don’t chase, it’s runnin’ to me
Turn a little into plenty, made it jump all week
Pocket full of pressure, but the drip still mean
We just stack it to the ceiling, let it lean, let it lean
[Verse 3 – Female Rap]
Walk in, big bag, I don’t tuck that
Heard they talkin’ ‘bout a check, I’ma cut that
He wanna spend it on me, I’ma love that
But I been had my own, better trust that
Pretty face, sharp mind, that’s a death wish
If you broke and you bitter, that’s a bad mix
I make digits do gymnastics, that’s a backflip
Turn a hater to a fan off one caption (ugh)
Couple commas on my neck, that’s light
I got options, I don’t argue, I swipe
He think he put me on? That’s hype
I was countin’ while he slept, all night, all night
[Chorus]
I get money, I don’t chase, it’s runnin’ to me (runnin’ to me)
Whole team eatin’, every night a new receipt (aye)
Pocket full of pressure, but the fit stay clean
We just stack it to the ceiling, let it lean, let it lean (woah)
I get money, I don’t chase, it’s runnin’ to me
Turn a little into plenty, made it jump all week
Pocket full of pressure, but the drip still mean

rap, Hard-hitting trap-club hybrid at 140 BPM, male vocals on hook and first two verses with melodic auto-tuned topline over dark bells and glossy synth lead; chunky 808-style bass and punchy kick drive the groove. Third verse switches to female rapper with sharper, drier vocal and doubled ad-libs. Chorus opens wide with layered gang chants and risers, verses stay tighter with sparse plucks, then final chorus brings everything back with extra harmonies and drops for crowd call-and-response energy., drum and bass