Stash Songtext

von Tyga

Mustard on the beat, ho

Pop champagne, put the pussy on my lap, yeah
I'm the type of nigga that live what I rap
Make a famous bitch drive where I'm at (Yeah)
Daddy was a hustler, I was born to be a mack (Damn)

Hit the booty club and I'm airing out the racks (Cash)
She licking on my neck while you staring in the back (Back)
I'm the type of nigga that was built to last
She want that yolk, I got more in the stash (Yolk)

I got more in the stash (Yeah)
Gave her my chain, I got more in the stash (More in the stash)
The price was a bag
Broke that shit down, rolled that shit on the dash (Dash)

I got more in the stash, open the stash, price was a bag, bag
Roll that shit on the dash
Gave her my chain, I got more in the stash

You ain't shit, where your mans at? (Mans at?)
Said you ain't cheating, it's a lap dance (Lap dance)
You gon' turn a nigga to a madman (Madman)
And we gon' turn his body into quicksand (Quicksand)

I'm loving how you looking in them Tom Ford heels
You the murder mami 'cause you dressed to kill
Ain't shit realer than real on real
I can make you famous, for real

Sitting real low like a Big Wheel (Big Wheel)
I'm a bad boy like Big Will (Big Will)
Walking out the bank with a new deal (New deal)
"You want that in cash?" Nigga, hell yeah, hell yeah

Pop champagne, start the foreplay (Foreplay)
She strip to her toes in the doorway (Strippin')
It ain't the hallway, its the whore-way (Bitch)
See yourself out in the morning
Told that bitch (What?)

I got more in the stash
Gave her my chain, I got more in the stash (More in the stash)
The price was a bag
Broke that shit down

Rolled that shit on the dash (Dash, On the dead homies)
I got more in the stash,
Opened the stash, price was a bag, bag (Blew the bag)
Roll that shit on the dash
Gave her my chain, I got more in the stash

Blueface, baby
Yeah aight, famous crip, I can make you famous (Scoop)
Good die young, instead of safe,
I gotta stay dangerous (Stay dangerous)

Pockets blue, I'm a crip, you know I blew a bag (Blew the bag)
Blower to his lips like a mustache (Ooh)
Blueface pendant bustin' like a disabled man (Bustin')
Movie clips on me like the cable man (Bop)

Glock poppin' and lockin', make 'em break dance (Poppin' and lockin')
I wanna see ass shaking, not shake hands (Bleed 'em)
I came to get it in, I only got dead friends (On the dead homies)
No rockstar, but I play with hella bands (Big bands)

Only 91 Supreme-ium in my Mercedes Benz (Big bands)
Blueface, baby

I got more in the stash
Gave her my chain,
I got more in the stash (More in the stash, Yeah aight)
The price was a bag

Broke that shit down
Rolled that shit on the dash (Dash, On the dead homies)
I got more in the stash,
Opened the stash, price was a bag, bag (Yeah aight)
Roll that shit on the dash
Gave her my chain, I got more in the stash (Ooh)