William Leonard Roberts II was born in Coahoma County, Mississippi and raised in Carol City, Florida, near Miami After graduating from Carol City Senior High School, he later attended the historically black college Albany State University in Albany, Georgia.
After being signed to Suave House Records, former label for rap duo 8Ball & MJG, he eventually signed a deal with Slip-n-Slide Records, which has been under the Def Jam umbrella since 2006. While signed to Slip-n-Slide, Ross toured with fellow rapper Trick Daddy and made guest performances on other Slip-n-Slide rap albums
His debut album Port of Miami was released in August 2006 and debuted at the top spot on the Billboard 200 album chart, with sales at 187,000 units after its first week
In March 2008, his second album Trilla was released and, as its predecessor Port of Miami had, debuted at the top of the Billboard 200.[8] Its lead single "Speedin'" featuring R. Kelly peaked at #121 on the Billboard Hot 100; the next one, "The Boss" featuring T-Pain peaked at #17 on the Hot 100. The third single "Here I Am" featured Nelly and Avery Storm
Deeper Than Rap is the third studio album by American rapper Rick Ross, released April 21, 2009 on his label Maybach Music Group and Slip-n-Slide Records, with distribution from Def Jam Recordings. The album debuted at number one on the U.S. Billboard 200 chart, selling 158,000 copies its first week. Singles from the album were: Mafia Music, Maybach Music II, Magnificent, & All I Really Want.
Teflon Don is the fourth studio album by American rapper Rick Ross, released July 20, 2010 on Maybach Music Group and Def Jam Recordings. Production for the album took place during 2009 to 2010 and was handled by several record producers, including Clark Kent, No I.D., The Olympicks, J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League, Lex Luger, Danja, The Inkredibles, The Remedy, and Kanye West
The album debuted at number two on the US Billboard 200 chart, selling 176,300 copies in its first week. It attained some international charting and produced three singles with moderate Billboard chart success. Upon its release, Teflon Don received generally positive reviews from most music critics, earning praise for its cinematic production and Ross's lyrical persona.
Ross has signed Pill, Meek Mill, & Wale to his label Maybach Music Group. In 2010 Rick Ross made an offer to rapper Wiz Khalifa to sign to Maybach Music Group but he decided to sign with Atlantic instead.
Stack on My Belt
Rick Ross Lyrics
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I remember we use to watch the coke dry
Now a nigga crib gotta a boat dock
MMG navy nigga, high tide sellers
D.C. air-force, G-5s are better, you already know nigga
All gold sky-dwellers, fly nigga shit
Bel Air sippin', Ciroc pissin', foreign car dippin'
Young black millionaires nigga, we build the empires
I spend a stack on my belt, that's for you niggas who watching
I gave a stack to my bitch, she the shit out the project
Spend a stack on my belt, therefore you bitches are stalking
A half a mill on the car, that's for you niggas who talking
Spend a stack on my belt, as if you think I was flogging
Spend a stack on my belt, and you could still see my boxers
Spend a stack on my belt, that how I blew your deposits
Stack on the belt, double M this shit popping
Spend a stack on my belt, got bitches asking my name
Spend a stack on the belt, she like fuck how we came
Double R all in the front, ya'll niggas stay in your lane
Spend a stack on my belt, don't even ask 'bout the change
Spend a stack on the belt, cause I knew she a wife
Spend a stack on the belt, cause my fooleys on time
Spend a stack on the belt, I got your bitch on my mind
The world is mine
I spend a stack on my belt, that's for you niggas who watching
I gave a stack to my bitch, she the shit out the project
Spend a stack on my belt, therefore you bitches are stalking
A half a mill on the car, that's for you niggas who talking
Spend a stack on my belt, as if you think I was flogging
Spend a stack on my belt, and you could still see my boxers
Spend a stack on my belt, that how I blew your deposits
Stack on the belt, double M this shit popping
Spend a stack on my belt, better tell these rappers to chill
Hold up that's Earlesman, more H and I be more trap ass for real
And I got mosquino, ya know that R.I.P. flow, here go
That type of freak show, with three shows that we don't need no more help
That Givenchy go for three, just me Rozay and the clique
I make these bitches suck on Cs, you make them suck on there teeth, let's get it
Ralph, Klauph, meow, they bounce, we hit, at LIV, your bitch, her mouth
Stack on the belt, just know that's nothing to me
My soldiers real in the 'ville, you WWE
Of course we CM punks faking, but we leave them slump shaking
Don't believe your cane stories, I should leave ya'll undertaking
A stack on my belt, 250 my ride
Went from renting these mother-fuckers to owning 4 with no miles
I pray my souls is in tact, passion in the bulk of my rhyme
And when I hit that heat game I'm this close to LeBron
I'm gone
I spend a stack on my belt, that's for you niggas who watching
I gave a stack to my bitch, she the shit out the project
Spend a stack on my belt, therefore you bitches are stalking
A half a mill on the car, that's for you niggas who talking
Spend a stack on my belt, as if you think I was flogging
Spend a stack on my belt, and you could still see my boxers
Spend a stack on my belt, that how I blew your deposits
Stack on the belt, double M this shit popping
I'm burning the back, I'm swerving Maybach
I Versace my belt, I done Hermes my flag
Got a stack around my waist, keep my bitch on the leash
She goin' eat this head up, on this dick she goin' feast
Time fuck with the pleats, my place is packed
Red hoes in my stable, ya my babies is bad
She spent a stack on my belt, now she calling me father
Stingray Balenciagas giving mollies to models
I manage these strippers, Giuseppe's with zippers
Playing with the whole slab, niggas started with niggas
Rose gold on my wrist, rose gold on my shades
Spend a stack on my belt, 100 done on my face
Spend a stack on my belt, so I could stunt when I shine
Get the mac off the shelf, keep these pussies in line
Spend a stack on my belt, 10 at the bar
Blow a mill on a whip, serving niggas that raw
Spend a stack on the belt, Versace my kind
Put 5 on his life, put 5 in his mind
Spend a stack on the belt, bitch we the real niggas
Plaques on the wall, born to kill niggas
Stack on the belt, ho
Stack on the belt, ho
Spend a stack on the belt, ho
Gotta stack for the freak show, all I need is a ...
Double M, YMCMB boy
In "Stack On My Belt," Rick Ross speaks about his wealth, ambition, and success. The song starts with Ross reminiscing about his past experiences with drugs and illegal activities and his current status as a self-made millionaire in the MMG navy. He boasts about spending a stack on his belt, mentioning his high-end fashion choices, including gold sky-dwellers and Bel Air sipping Ciroc. Throughout the song, Ross references how he spends his money, including buying a half a mill car and giving his lady a stack of cash. He also mentions how he's building his empire, becoming a young black millionaire, and making the world his own.
In the second verse, Wale raps about his success and how he too, has a stack on his belt. He talks about his place, packed with red hoes, and how he manages strippers, playing with the whole slab. Wale further describes his wealth, including Versace, Hermes, and Balenciagas on his belt, flag, and shoes. The outro includes Ross and Whole Slab talking about the stacks on their belt, emphasizing their power.
Overall, "Stack On My Belt" is a song about material wealth, which is a recurring theme in hip-hop, especially in Rick Ross's music. Despite this, the song also portrays ambition and the pursuit of a higher status.
Line by Line Meaning
Self-Made niggas man, you already know
We are self-made men, it's already evident.
I remember we use to watch the coke dry
I remember watching cocaine dry, waiting for an opportunity to make money.
Now a nigga crib gotta a boat dock
Now I have a house with a dock for my boat.
MMG navy nigga, high tide sellers
We are MMG Navy, selling at high tides.
D.C. air-force, G-5s are better, you already know nigga
We are from the D.C. Air Force, and we know G-5s are better.
All gold sky-dwellers, fly nigga shit
We have gold sky-dwellers, we fly in style.
Bel Air sippin', Ciroc pissin', foreign car dippin'
We drink in Bel Air, piss Ciroc, and drive foreign cars.
Young black millionaires nigga, we build the empires
We are young Black millionaires building empires.
I spend a stack on my belt, that's for you niggas who watching
I spend a lot of money on my belt just to show off to those watching.
I gave a stack to my bitch, she the shit out the project
I gave my girlfriend a lot of money, and now she acts like she's better than where she came from.
Spend a stack on my belt, therefore you bitches are stalking
I spend money on my belt, and now you bitches are always following me.
A half a mill on the car, that's for you niggas who talking
I spent a lot of money on my car just to shut up those who talk behind my back.
Spend a stack on my belt, as if you think I was flogging
I spend a lot of money on my belt, as if I were showing off my wealth like someone flogging themselves.
Spend a stack on my belt, and you could still see my boxers
I spend money on my belt, but you can still see my underwear.
Spend a stack on my belt, that how I blew your deposits
I spend a lot of money on my belt, that's how I spent all the money you deposited.
Stack on the belt, double M this shit popping
I have a lot of money on my belt, and Double M is flourishing.
Spend a stack on my belt, got bitches asking my name
I spend money on my belt, and now women are asking who I am.
Spend a stack on the belt, she like fuck how we came
I spend money on my belt, and she doesn't care how we got here.
Double R all in the front, ya'll niggas stay in your lane
I have a double R car in front, and you should stay in your own lane.
Spend a stack on my belt, don't even ask 'bout the change
I spend money on my belt, and don't even bother asking about the small change.
Spend a stack on the belt, cause I knew she a wife
I spend money on my belt, because I know she's my wife.
Spend a stack on the belt, cause my fooleys on time
I spend money on my belt, because my watch is on time.
Spend a stack on the belt, I got your bitch on my mind
I spend money on my belt, and have your woman on my mind.
The world is mine
I own the world.
Spend a stack on my belt, better tell these rappers to chill
I spend money on my belt, and other rappers need to calm down.
Hold up that's Earlesman, more H and I be more trap ass for real
Earlesman is here, and we are really focused on moving drugs.
And I got mosquino, ya know that R.I.P. flow, here go
I have Moschino clothes, you know I'm all about the RIP flow.
That type of freak show, with three shows that we don't need no more help
We have our own unique style, and don't need anyone's help.
That Givenchy go for three, just me Rozay and the clique
My Givenchy shirt costs $3,000, just me and my crew.
I make these bitches suck on Cs, you make them suck on there teeth, let's get it
I make women suck on Chanel, while you can't even get them to suck on their own teeth.
Ralph, Klauph, meow, they bounce, we hit, at LIV, your bitch, her mouth
We wear Ralph Lauren and Calvin Klein, they look good on us, at LIV, your woman is giving us oral sex.
Stack on the belt, just know that's nothing to me
I have a lot of money on my belt, but it's nothing to me.
My soldiers real in the 'ville, you WWE
My soldiers are real in the 'ville, while you are just fake like WWE.
Of course we CM punks faking, but we leave them slump shaking
We act like CM Punk, but we leave them shaken and defeated.
Don't believe your cane stories, I should leave ya'll undertaking
I don't believe your lies about your drug sales, and I should take care of you permanently.
A stack on my belt, 250 my ride
I have a lot of money on my belt, and my ride is worth $250,000.
Went from renting these mother-fuckers to owning 4 with no miles
I went from renting these cars to owning four of them with no miles on them.
I pray my souls is in tact, passion in the bulk of my rhyme
I hope my soul is safe, and my rhymes are filled with passion.
And when I hit that heat game I'm this close to LeBron
And when I go to the Heat game, I feel like I'm almost as good as LeBron James.
I'm gone
I am leaving now.
I'm burning the back, I'm swerving Maybach
I'm driving my Maybach fast and swerving around.
I Versace my belt, I done Hermes my flag
I have a Versace belt, and a Hermes flag.
Got a stack around my waist, keep my bitch on the leash
I have a lot of money around my waist, and my girlfriend is on a leash.
She goin' eat this head up, on this dick she goin' feast
She's going to give me oral sex and enjoy it.
Time fuck with the pleats, my place is packed
It's time to engage in drug sales, and my location is crowded.
Red hoes in my stable, ya my babies is bad
I have prostitutes working for me, and they are very attractive.
She spent a stack on my belt, now she calling me father
She spent money on my belt, and is now affectionately calling me father.
Stingray Balenciagas giving mollies to models
I am wearing Stingray Balenciaga shoes and giving out drugs to models.
I manage these strippers, Giuseppe's with zippers
I manage these strippers and wear Giuseppe shoes with zippers.
Playing with the whole slab, niggas started with niggas
We are playing with a large amount of drugs, and it all started with us.
Rose gold on my wrist, rose gold on my shades
I have rose gold on my watch and sunglasses.
Spend a stack on my belt, 100 done on my face
I spend money on my belt, and have $100,000 worth of jewelry on my face.
Spend a stack on my belt, so I could stunt when I shine
I spend money on my belt, so I can show off when I look good.
Get the mac off the shelf, keep these pussies in line
I am getting my gun and intimidating those who try to mess with me.
Spend a stack on my belt, 10 at the bar
I spend money on my belt and buy $10 drinks at the bar.
Blow a mill on a whip, serving niggas that raw
I spend a million dollars on a car, selling raw drugs to my customers.
Spend a stack on the belt, Versace my kind
I spend money on my belt, and have a love for Versace.
Put 5 on his life, put 5 in his mind
I have a $5,000 bounty on someone's life, and $5,000 to mess with their mind.
Spend a stack on the belt, bitch we the real niggas
I spend money on my belt, and we are the real men in charge.
Plaques on the wall, born to kill niggas
We have plaques on the wall, and were born to kill our opposition.
Stack on the belt, ho
I have a lot of money on my belt.
Spend a stack on the belt, ho
I spend money on my belt.
Gotta stack for the freak show, all I need is a ...
I have a lot of money for the freak show, and all I need is a ...
Double M, YMCMB boy
Double M and YMCMB stand together.
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: BRYAN WILLIAMS, SHAMANN COOKE, LASANA B. SMITH, OLUBOWALE VICTOR AKINTIMEHIN, WILLIAM LEONARD ROBERTS
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@TheJETSFANSINCE96
I remember when this dropped... such an underrated song
@frohugo75
🔥🔥🔥🔥
@spectree8549
The whole album
@c.s3369
‼️‼️
@elyazidhaia7798
Wale's verse kills everything
@232domino
2020 I'm checkin in... STACK ON MY BELT!!!
@EjnrTV
Rick Ross's beat selection too sick. He knows how to get them dirty South 808 knockin beats
@zabizouo2506
2022 and still kicking it! 🔥
@ericlarajr6584
birdman needa take that stack OFF his belt and pay wayne
@justinboard1315
XD