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We Stackin' That Money (BONUS) by Krayzie Bone & Eazy-E cover art

We Stackin' That Money (BONUS)

Krayzie Bone & Eazy-E

From: Tha Book of Legends

Story Behind The Song

The story behind 'We Stackin' That Money' explores the transition from survival-based street hustle to the acquisition of long-term wealth and generational security. Inspired by the relentless work ethic of the Memphis-Trap era blended with 90s G-Funk sensibilities, the track serves as a manifesto on financial literacy and ownership. While the lyrics carry an aggressive, authoritative tone common in street-level rap, the core narrative shifts the focus from superficial displays of wealth to the importance of equity, property, and building a legacy for the family. It addresses the cynicism of an environment where observers are quick to judge or switch sides, emphasizing that the grind is a personal, isolated journey. The rapid-fire, melodic triplet flows represent the urgency of the struggle, while the low, gritty, authoritative deliveries ground the listener in the reality of the business. Ultimately, the song is about outworking the competition and ignoring outside noise to ensure that the 'stack' isn't just for show, but a foundation for real freedom.

Lyrics

[Intro – money counter, deep bass]
Yeah… You know what time it is. Ain't shyt free. If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense. We stackin’…
[Hook – melodic stacked vocals]
We stackin’ that money, that money, that money, All night hustlin’, muthaf!cka, ain't funny, We stackin’ that money, that money, that money, Broke-ass n!ggas keep talkin’—we runnin’ up hundreds. Stack it! Stack it! Stack it! Till the rubber band snap, Stack it! Stack it! Stack it! Put another hundred on the stack, Real hustlas, muthaf!cka, that's facts, Get money, count money—then we double that back!
[Verse 1 – rapid melodic flow]
Wake up, get paid, that's the mission, Money on my mind, ain't got time for the bytchin’, N!ggas sit around wishin’, hustlas get busy, Countin’ every dollar till the numbers get dizzy. Started with a little, had to flip it to a lot, Never had shyt, appreciate what I got, But enough ain't enough when you're aiming for the top, So the grind don't quit and the hustle don't stop. Money-money-money, let it multiply quick, Everybody love you when they think that you rich, Pockets get thin and they suddenly switch, That's why I put my trust in the grind, that's it. Stack mine high, put the family straight, Fuhk tomorrow, gotta hustle today, N!ggas sleeping on money, I'm wide awake, Money on the table? Best believe I'm getting paid!
[Verse 2 – low aggressive flow]
Bytch, I'm about dollars, what you think this is? Fresh white tee while I'm handling biz, Cruise through the city while I'm checking my chips, If the number ain't growing, gotta make that shyt flip. N!ggas flex online with some shyt that they rented, I'm tryna own everything where my money get spent, Every dollar coming in got another destination, Turn one check to two—hustler mathematics. Fuhk looking rich, n!gga, I wanna BE rich, Own my shyt, stack chips, that's G shyt, Everybody got opinions but they don't pay shyt, Unless you bring a dollar, stay out my business. Came from the bottom, muthaf!cka, remember, Cold nights make hustlas, pressure make winners, Every damn month make the stack get bigger, Money counter screaming while I'm counting these figures.
[Hook]
We stackin’ that money, that money, that money, All night hustlin’, muthaf!cka, ain't funny, We stackin’ that money, that money, that money, Broke-ass n!ggas keep talkin’—we runnin’ up hundreds. Stack it! Stack it! Stack it! Till the rubber band snap, Stack it! Stack it! Stack it! Put another hundred on the stack, Real hustlas, muthaf!cka, that's facts, Get money, count money—then we double that back!
[Verse 3 – double-time]
Gotta get-get-get it, ain't shyt coming free, If you ain't talking dollars, don't be talking to me, Hundred different dreams and they all got fees, So I'm grinding every day, seven days a week. Need land, need houses, need businesses too, Leave something for the family when my lifetime through, Fuhk a chain when the bills still due, Real hustlas build wealth—that's what hustlas do. Everybody wanna shine, nobody wanna grind, Everybody wants money, nobody got time, Bytch, I came from nothing, built it dime after dime, Now I'm stacking every dollar like bricks in a line. One stack, two stack, three stack, four, Make another play, bring another stack home, Five stack, ten stack, bytch, I need more, Till the money won't fit through the muthaf!ckin’ door!
[Verse 4 – trading vocals]
Voice 1: N!gga, stack that shyt! Voice 2: Muthaf!cka, that's the plan! Voice 1: Turn a dollar to a hundred— Voice 2: Turn a hundred to a grand! Voice 1: Then a grand to ten— Voice 2: Run that muthaf!cka again! Both: Real hustlas till the very damn end! I don't hustle for applause, bytch, I hustle for freedom, Put my people in position where they never gotta need 'em, Got family looking at me, gotta give 'em something better, Stacking every dollar through every kind of weather. Fuhk being famous if the bank account broke, Fuhk looking wealthy if it's mirrors and smoke, I want property, equity, businesses growing, Real money, real assets, real ownership showing. Know what we about when the hustlas come out, Put the money IN, don't keep taking it OUT, Real hustlas, ain't no motherf!ckin’ doubt— STACK THAT MONEY TILL THE MONEY STACK OUT!
[Final Hook – big stacked harmonies]
We stackin’ that money, that money, that money, All night hustlin’, muthaf!cka, ain't funny, We stackin’ that money, that money, that money, Broke-ass n!ggas keep talkin’—we runnin’ up hundreds. STACK IT! STACK IT! STACK IT! Till the rubber band snap! STACK IT! STACK IT! STACK IT! Put another hundred on the stack! Real hustlas, muthaf!cka, that's facts— GET MONEY! COUNT MONEY! THEN WE DOUBLE THAT BACK!

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