Lyrics:
shit
Straight parry shit, Krispy Kreme, cocaine, dead bodies, jail time you gon' carry it
Matter of fact, all the cash, I'm a carry it
Stash it in
you from the,
I'm a hit you from the back and make you holler till you pass out
[Repeat: x4]
Holler back, holler back.
If you got's a neat stash
got a pole in my basement
Call me Mr. ATM cause the mama full of cash
If I run out don't worry girl I got another stash
[Chorus]
I'm gon make it
so you can easily pass
I stash a little love when I'm on the visitation
If you crossin' my line, nigga, do the same
I'm guaranteed to run through
Goodness gracious, the papers!
Where the cash at? Where the stash at?
N**** pa** that!
We rollin' in tinted Nav's
TV's in the dash, see we love the cash
on stash
I used to crab the last, now I flow for dough, and I rhyme for cash
I'm glad to say goodnight to Johnny Carson
And brother where you rub it 'fore
Sketchin' out my memoirs
What I did to door panels on them Windstars
Gem stars, left cuts in the dinner plates
It's new stash spots
The AC don't just
spaghetti to eat
In this good Italian restaurant right up the street
So I jumped in the jeep, stash the heat under the seat
Then I got a beep
My voice
Got a riddle in the stash feel me
Y’all ain’t even came close to the real me
Family never Instagram me
Wanna hear me
Ask Siri
I won’t answer any
spaghetti to eat
In this good Italian restaurant right up the street
So I jumped in the jeep, stash the heat under the seat
Then I got a beep
My voice
just defeats the purpose
Hoe, I'ma double bitch
I lick dicks sometimes for the hell of it
Who stack chips like computers never celibate
Stash weed in
gotta do is push a little button quick fast
And the chopper come out of the stash
Yeah, money ain't jewels, motherfucker you lose
I'll make you do
act
Nobody with me going out sad
My chain chomp livid, better my stash
Way that I move like a car on a track
In other words, yeah, I'm going fast
I got
sudden, glock in the stash money
Beef with Jigga, watch yo' ass Money
It's El Presidente, top brass money
Now I don't flash the steel, I blast for real
you from the,
I'm a hit you from the back and make you holler till you pass out
[Repeat: x4]
Holler back, holler back.
If you got's a neat stash
VS1, these bitches wavy
These bitches surfin' (Surfin')
Yeah, i got milly cash in the stash house
(Stash house)
They tried getting high like me one time
around like I got a 36" chain
Bitch we be that shit that's right
Light a flare put your thumbs in the air high five
I came for the stash box gimme
Blunt in his mouth, would stay passed up in a drought
Run in your house, "Lay down! Nobody move!
Tell that slut go get your stash, and empty your
save me a blade and a pump
I'm raised in the slum where the bad grow
Unlike no other, I'm real (??) like bag 'Bauds
I stash O's in the drawers of my
and a twenty dollar stash
Of some of that superb 'erb
She said, "I got the chronic, so fuck whatcha heard"
"Ice Cube do you wanna hit this?
This shit is hype,
you taste a tea-spoon, 300 goons, stash balloons
Locked in lab rooms, hit with Glock, stashed in Grant's Tomb
Clocked him like a patient, his stock's
runner
Might stash your phone number
Ho get the wrong number
I'm stacking all winter
I'm stuntin' all summer
And I need a grown woman
'Cause I got
hold on the pole
Hide in my stash, hide in my stash, I'm comin' to scope
Yeah, passin' all these L's to the bitches that wanted me
Passin' all these L's
yo stash gone
The money met the work and that's a real life no-no
It don't take a bunch of niggas, just me solo
I go for dolo, I can't tell on myself
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