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Stashing Cash 2
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
Money on my mind like bread on a sandwich
I run the city, they're the lights, I'm the switch
I stand for what's mine, never see me slip and fall
I'm runnin' the race, you're a baby with a slow crawl
My cash stay on point, like a sharpened pencil
Try 'n' copy my style, you gon' need mo' than a stencil
I don't be's in the trap, buy my workers put-in overtime
Feds can't catch me, never see me committin' crime
That's why from time to time I shoot 'em a raise
And tell 'em to stash cash for those rainy days
If money talk, then there's nothing to say
If B.S walk, none of ya' fools can stay
My money talkin' for me, betta' yet, it's in a conversation
Ya' look like money; make money, nice observation
They say the love of money's the root of all evil
So how much money will it take to really love people
Copyright ©
Arcene Janvier
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