In the rhythmic pulse of MoStack's verses, "Staqdó" unfolds as a narrative of ambition and relational complexities. The artist grapples with the allure of financial success juxtaposed against the challenges of trust and personal connections. As he navigates through his ascent, from humble beginnings to luxurious indulgences, there's a constant tug-of-war between desiring a meaningful relationship and the freedom his newfound wealth affords. This track serves as an anthem for those striving in the hustle of life, trying to find balance between wealth, love, and loyalty in a world that often demands choosing one over the others. #HustleHard #RelationshipsAndRiches
Staqdó
Lyrics
(Ill Blu)
Gimme all the paper to Staqdó (to Staqdó)
I like that gyal with the backbone
All my nigga's making big funds and they're getting big ones, so
Hear the sound of the cash flow
The money goes, ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
I don't know who to trust these days
'Cause all these nigga's give me same speech
You ain't bro if we ain't got the same beef
Hang with them, you better hate me
I swear, the way how they live is crazy
I don't know who to make my wifey
'Cause Keisha likes me, plus Teisha likes me
But she's more like me
But she reminds me of a gyal that I've seen
Is your pum-pum tight? Can you please remind me
I'm so bipolar
See that Benz or Rover, lemme call a chauffeur
Came a long way, it was the floor or sofa
I just bought a new home, who's coming over?
Nah, nah, my mind ain't simple
I don't want a gyal but don't wanna' be single
I just need a queen to cook and pop pimples
Then we get the money, baby, that's what I'm into
Gimme all the paper to Staqdó (to Staqdó)
I like that gyal with the backbone
All my nigga's making big funds and they're getting big ones, so
Hear the sound of the cash flow
The money goes, ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Girl calm down, calm down
I got enough wood for the whole crowd
Give it to you all on the low-down
You know it ain't small when you go down
I got enough dick for the whole squad, yeah
Enough corn for your whole block
I was on the block with the guy's in a mask
Then I'm in The Shard putting wine in a glass
That gyal there, she's mine, could you pass?
She said, "Je t'aime," she's from France
I would fly her with a one-way ticket
But I gotta' get money, I can't make you missus
We was left out freezing, we had no coat
We did come far-far, we were seen as broke
I done took eight years just to see results
Ayy, don't fuck it up when your time approach
Gimme all the paper to Staqdó (to Staqdó)
I like that gyal with the backbone
All my nigga's making big funds and they're getting big ones
So hear the cash flow
Ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh
Gimme all the paper to Staqdó (Staqdó, Staqdó, Staqdó)
Gimme all the paper to Staqdó (mulla, mulla, mulla, mulla, yeah)
Ah, na-na, na na, na-na-na
Ah, da-da, da da, da-da-da
Money didn't cross my mind
Baby I just upped the price, yeah
Writer(s): Samuel Daley Montell, Darius Ellington Forde, James Grant
Copyright(s): Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group
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