Artist: E.S.G. f/ Harvey Luv Album: Owner's Manual Song: Stuntin' Like Baby Typed by: Lil Hustle [Intro] Stunting like Baby, pockets all crazy Stun-stunting like Baby, pockets all crazy - 2x [Hook] Got stacks on stacks, just racks on racks Just hit a lick, and got your income tax Stunting like Baby, pockets all crazy Stun-stunting like Baby, pockets all crazy Got stacks on stacks, just racks on racks What you know about that, where it's going down at Stunting like Baby, pockets all crazy Stun-stunting like Baby, pockets all crazy Get your hands to the sky, if you love money [E.S.G.] You out here, you trapping like Jeezy Or you rapping like Weezy, see we make it look easy Big boss like I'm Ros-ay, sipping on some rosay Will I ever stop grinding, tell them haters no way Whether fast at a slow way, can't survive with no pay She ain't stripping for fun homie, ask her bet that hoe say She gotta feed her babies, she gotta pay her bills Didn't mean to call you that, Pimp C told me keep it trill But it's hard out here, for a pimp Trying to get that money for the rent, laws get broken or get bent g'eah Now get your haaaaands to the sky, if you love money Tell them haters keep walking I don't understand English, all I hear is money talking [Hook] Got stacks on stacks, just racks on racks What you know about that, where it's going down at Stunting like Baby, pockets all crazy Stun-stunting like Baby, pockets all crazy Got stacks on stacks, just racks on racks Just hit a lick, and got your income tax Stunting like Baby, pockets all crazy Stun-stunting like Baby, pockets all crazy [Harvey Luv] It's cash on stash, if you know about me But they don't understand, when I be blowing my G's I'm a fo' tray shaker, and a 52 baker Ooh I'm a damn fool, about my mo'fucking paper Eyes all bucked, where the fuck this nigga came from Whip with the gadgets, they think I'm James Bond It ain't no secrets, tell you what you wanna know Plus I wreck the valet, it's wherever you wanna go Just looking for some ladies, that wanna double dip And she hate my honesty, cause I shoot right from the hip They loving the way I flip em though, keep em on they tippy-toe Let em know it's a Rosay show, better get some mo' and sip it slow They think you plain Jane, till they see the price Are you a cold nigga, is it me or the ice Seeker than a spider, let her see the Prada Got her, and I can't tell you nothing else about her [Hook] Got stacks on stacks, just racks on racks Just hit a lick, and got your income tax Stunting like Baby, pockets all crazy Stun-stunting like Baby, pockets all crazy Got stacks on stacks, just racks on racks What you know about that, where it's going down at Stunting like Baby, pockets all crazy Stun-stunting like Baby, pockets all crazy [E.S.G.] Now is the kid and he kidding, no matter how you make a living Hell yeah I hustle hard, got it jumping like Blake Griffin We at Sak's spending racks, I showed her how to ball Javale McGee on her dog, she let me dunk both my balls Now tell me where my hogs, trying to overload the stash Gorilla uniform, he ain't worried bout no swag And anytime you ask, why he out here on the cuts Hit us a rock that say Barak, and only do so much I'm talking Aston Martin plus, Louie Chuck's and Gucci sneakers A chick named Tamika, love to smoke with Wiz Khalifa Now this one for my people, who grinding and been hustling Make the weight disappear, I ain't talking Jennifer Hudson huh Now get your haaaaands to the sky, if you love money Stunting like Baby, pockets all crazy Stun-stunting like Baby, pockets all crazy - 8x