We gon' be stackin', stackin' every second
Tell me things, tell me things
I'ma take you to heaven
We gon' be stackin', stackin' every second
Tell me things, tell me things
I'ma take you to heaven
We gon' be stackin', stackin' every second
Tell me things, tell me things
I'ma take you to heaven
We gon' be stackin', stackin' every second
Tell me things, tell me things
I'ma take you to heaven

Bout to pull up on the block
Block, block, block, block, block, block
Block, block, block, block, block, block
Bout to pull up on the block
Block, block, block, block, block, block
Block, block, block, block, block, block
Bout to pull up on the—

Champagne, stupid face
Pink wheels, speed race
Green money in a briefcase
Bout to pull up on the party, blue waves
New York, just two days
Eyes closed, big fade
Bout to pull up on the whole team
Insane, run rings, no chase
Jupiter, outer space
When we pull on your—
A. G., Dylan Brady
Hollywood, Charli, baby
Go dumb, so crazy
When we pull on your—

We gon' be stackin', stackin' every second
Tell me things, tell me things
I'ma take you to heaven
We gon' be stackin', stackin' every second
Tell me things, tell me things
I'ma take you to heaven
We gon' be stackin', stackin' every second
Tell me things, tell me things
I'ma take you to heaven
We gon' be stackin', stackin' every second
Tell me things, tell me things
I'ma take you to heaven

Bout to pull up on the block
Block, block, block, block, block, block (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Block, block, block, block, block, block
Bout to pull up on the block
Block, block, block, block, block, block
Block, block, block, block, block, block
Bout to pull up on the—

Bout to pull up on the–
Bout to pull up on the
Yeah, yeah