Lyrics:
and my bruddas better days are coming
Plan is one day have some freedom, not have guards running
Paranoia on my mind I keep a stashed somethin
I know I
hustler talk
For that green we be gettin when the block get dark
Yea that mattress money kept in brown paper bags
Stashed in the crib for when things get
Stashed up my shit yea i'll be ready
Started making beats i was only 13
Trust the process sheitan's guiding me
Yea hes guiding meee
Were always busyyy
Were
Ayy Yeah
Hold up there's a bitch that I know
Hold up money stashed ina floor
Hold up shawty drop it to tha floor
Big poles n a bankroll
Hold up
the backs of the slaves can't you see?
This system wasn't made for us
They don't wanna see us succeed
That's why I got cash stashed
Got to run up this bag
that’s that hustler talk
For that green we be gettin when the block get dark
Yea that mattress money kept in brown paper bags
Stashed in the crib for when
bike when it's nice, Wanna race? (Hit the dash)
I just gotta new bag for the cash that I stashed in the safe, Told my girl to count it up she Can't wait
Out here chasin' cabbage
And I keep a lil' stashed away
Patek in the attic (attic)
Patek in the attic (attic)
Patek, Patek, Patek (Patek)
Patek in
no (choose and get it)
I hid some money (wow), and I got plenty mo' (stretch hole)
Stashed in the walls (walls), stashed it in the floors (stashed it
This for my young nigga grindin', went stashed 'em a Rollie
I call the play like I'm John Madden
I fuck that bitch in them Steve Maddens
birds goin' out
I stashed a hundred mill', off in my stash house
Order on two, order on white (I'm in stash house)
Order on two, order on white (I'm in
We don't flash this money
We just stashed this money, yeah
We' too past this money
We get that bag, there's money, yeah
We got one
Ey, det som
I'm countin' up that cash, I'm neurotic
I just ducked the feds, stashed narcotics
I just hid some P's in the closet
I'm thinkin' bout them P's,
sticks
Keep an Oz on me stashed in the zip
When I drop this I don't wanna be hearing no lip
Don't give a fuck who says what I am or what I'm not coz I'm
slid in the bitch like a debit
You talkin I dead it
The feta
The cheddah
The bread imma get it
Whatever the weather
My nigga
Where was that cash stashed
You catch my girl legs open better smash that
Dont be surprised if she ask you to Cash App
Gas bags racks stashed you dont need to know where my
I got money on the way
I got money in the safe stashed up
Hope my brother beat the case
Cause In the system you ain’t safe
I got money on the way
I
stashed in my book bag
If I lost it all
Who really gonna have my back
Gotta think twice do I really trust this strap
If I lost is all guarantee I get it
Curren$y
Acting like I never had, but I got it stashed
I've been getting to it, fuck sitting on my ass
Bitch used to act bad, now she want come
I be in my zone
Riding alone
Bad chick in my home
That I don't even own
Smoking weed to the dome
Paranoid with the chrome
Thousands Stashed in
I want wraith
I want a bag
Stashed in my safe
I want it bad get out my way
I want it bad get out my way
You niggas laughed
Get out my face
You niggas
Yeah yeah
Yeah
Different type of flow i got em' stashed with pistachio
Change my whole flow whatchu mean I'm adaptable
Yo yo yo
Different type
the math
Bankroll coming fast
Make sure you keep some stashed
And cut all the leaches out
I seen a lot in the streets but
I never been a witness in a court
now you can't call me your man
You mad
'Cause he can't do it like I can
You mad
My pockets stay stashed with that cash
If you know somebody mad just
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