Stashing Cash 1
Where I'm from we don't do debts, fronts, or take tabs
They don't understand nothing but stashing cash
Put that money on the head, you don't need a mask
They don't understand nothing but stashing cash
How is a broke fool gon' try and smash
They don't understand nothing but stashing cash
My Green could fill-up a Bay, need a few Packers
Haters look, fold and crumble like Ritz-crackers
Money comes and goes, but you know mine stays
Like a well-trained dog, sometimes it even lays
Money brings power, respect, gotta' have the jewels
Call me a handy-man, I stay with my tools
I know it sounds messed-up, but it's money-over-everything
My weight's been up, you just started like a flower in spring
My money keeps flippin', like some Burgers on a grill
Money on me heavy, like a work-out, makes me sweat fo'real
Active, got a million hustles, I'm motivated and dedicated
Call me and money happily married, we can't be separated
Not talking movies, but I bet you ain't seen this in a while
My money's long, go 'head, call it the green mile
Long as I'm stashing cash, I'll always come out on top
Like a junkie smokin' dope, me making money won't stop
Copyright © Arcene Janvier | Year Posted 2013
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