Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I been up early, thumb on the tally
Blue strips folded in the back of the caddy
Mama said, "Boy, keep your head on straight"
I kept my face low, let the numbers translate
Pocket got heavy, I don't need to flex
I just move clean, let the city connect
Late-night runs, same route, same grind
Every little bill got a spot in line
[Pre-Chorus]
Count it up slow
Let it stack, let it grow
No handouts here
I made my own road
[Chorus]
Stacking paper
Stacking paper
I don't fold, I don't waiver
Stacking paper
Stacking paper
Tell 'em later, tell 'em later
[Verse 2]
New pair creased, but the work still rugged
Phone keep ringing, I don't say too much, just
One for the block and one for the fam
One more bag when I close this hand
I seen fake love turn quick to a stain
So I keep my lane, let them talk in vain
I been too solid, I been too locked
Feet on the gas when the pressure gets hot
[Pre-Chorus]
Count it up slow
Let it stack, let it grow
No handouts here
I made my own road
[Chorus]
Stacking paper
Stacking paper
I don't fold, I don't waiver
Stacking paper
Stacking paper
Tell 'em later, tell 'em later
[Outro]
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see you when I see you
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Details
GeneratedJul 28, 2026
Duration1:41
LanguageEnglish
Style
Trap with dark sliding 808s, crisp hi-hat rolls, and a bouncy half-time knock; verse rides tight street talk over sparse bass and clipped synth stabs, pre-chorus opens with filtered pads and snare lifts, chorus lands with stacked doubles and a chantable two-line hook. Male vocal stays close-mic and gritty, with ad-lib pings, delay throws on key words, and a tape-stop outro. Bright, hard, and punchy mix., male vocals
Credits
Prompt by
porquemusicOtro
porquemusicOtroModelAria v5.5
Prompt
A trap song, male voice about I'm stacking paper with outro saying porque music see you when I see you otro
