that there's a stash spot

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

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

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 dis

Diamonds 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