Stackin to the ceilin

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[INTRO] Whiskey breath, diesel hiss, midnight grind, Back roads and city lights, we’re the new line. [VERSE 1] Started in the gutter, paper dreams in my pocket, Hustlin’ like a mechanic, every line a rocket. Stackin’ cheddar, guap, a bankroll in the back, Every comma’s a milestone, watch the numbers stack. Fetty on the grill, I’m the king of the scratch, Own the game, own the crown, no need for a latch. From the steel-toe boots to the city skyline, I’m the legacy builder, one step at a time. [CHORUS] (Soulful Motown hook) “Money, money, stack it up,” We’re raising it higher till we hit the top. Money, money, stack it up— Ceiling of the sky, let the dollars pop. [VERSE 2] Long nights, calculated risk, loyalty in the code, Sacrifice the grind, every loss is a road. From the garage to the boardroom, I’m the same man, Grinding out the legacy, watch the wealth expand. Got a diesel truck that rattles through the dirt, Back road whispers, but my hustle’s the dirt. Whiskey in the cup, the night is still young, I’m chasing every million, never done. [BRIDGE] We’re the outlaw country dreamers, we own the streets, From the rusted rails to the corporate suites. Every step a pledge, every breath a vow, We’ll build generational wealth, we’ll show you how. [CHORUS] (Soulful Motown hook) “Money, money, stack it up,” We’re raising it higher till we hit the top. Money, money, stack it up— Ceiling of the sky, let the dollars pop. [HOOK] Paper, paper, stack that paper, We’re the future, we’re the savior. Cheddar, guap, we keep the stack, Legacy’s in our tracks. [OUTRO] Diesel engines roar, the city’s heart beats, We’re the grit, the grind, the heat of