Stash ft. Super Toine Lyrics

I'm talking yen, baht, sol, cologne, euro, crown, thorn

You know what I mean

Shit, I know what you mean

Peso, franc, yen, cary shells, dollar bills, dollar dollar bills

What I got up in my safe, blue, pink, green, yellow

Lot of dead presidents on the colors in my rainbow

Skedaddle with these skittles, candy coated in the south

All aboard the money train cause we about to cash out

Cream on deck like Doc with the briefcase

Money talks, talk is cheap, who is the cheapskate

Not me, bread, chicken, and cheese

No matter the food group, I stress getting these peas

Make money, money, then go shopping at the mall

In my Adidas ghost face, fresher than all of y'all

Nine to five or a hustle, gamble and get yours

The odds are three to one, what you hit the shift four

I gotta get this paper, paper chasing, paper route

Paper planes dropping confetti as we turn the party out

Turn the party out, drop confetti, paper planes, paper route

Paper chasing, man, I gotta get this paper, man

You know what I'm saying, B? I just, I just gotta get this paper, man

You down to get this money right

Mo' for the stash

Five tens, twenties, nice

Flip it, make it last, CYA and the bills

Always taking your cash

Investing in the skills

Flying first class

You down to get this money right

Mo' for the stash

Five tens, twenties, nice

Flip it, make it last, CYA and the bills

Always taking your cash

Investing in the skills

SpLitting swiss in the stash

Money, hunger, and country

You knowin' that plenty want me

I do it Sunday to Sunday

Life is forward like a one-way

Dollars, cents, and the trinkets

I need it more than I think it

The currency, paper, paper, rules, all and presence is major

I'm a be the, check signer

Put the block to the grater

The fund genarator

It's warming like incubators

When your pockets is full of that

mozzerella the green backs

Pockets bumpin' like a dope-ass track

It don't grow from the ground

But what it does in dectates

Yeah, bruh, the papes

No money, no dates

No duckets and a bucket

It's no Latoya luckett

Fuck it, two tears, two pennies

I need a gold digger

Like I need a pair of skinnies

It's paper on my mininges

Telling me to get cheese

Warn me not the chase hoes

Made me get the pesos

Real Women see pass it

See Your soul as an asset

For real, though