That There's A Stash Spot

[Hook] Money, checks in my mailbox Boys can't get it, cuz that theres a stash spot And that's not all, I got other cash lots: Banks, my crib, my pockets in fat knots [X2] A G never slacking A hustler done got stuck on paper stacking Making cash, in other words Game kicking punks to the curb Always pushing something nice Always covered in ice Draped up from head to toe But when it gets dirty, it's gots to go Down, in my hood Im G'd up hustling and it's all good Shining, in every way Under my shirt - the three eight- Ty the boys is trippin They think that they can catch me slipping Making sure life of haters ain't fair It's a trip, got cash everywhere [Hook x2] I ain't never gon' stop stacking As if I'm going insane That's cuz i got that loot on my brain It's something about it, got me wanting more and more And with it i get anything at any store Motherfuck a price tag money is no object Long as its fresh enough to break necks If a nigga act crazy and enough to make his eyes lazy Hazy is the way my eyes stay because of the di- Amonds in my piece and chain Karats in my ear won't help the boys maintain They composure but i do, as my wealth increases it multiplies by two Im loving this cheese And the boys behind my ?? been good to me [Hook x2]