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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

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