Stash - CGB

Everyday I’m feelin' like I’m M.I.A

My mind is off the meter, motion pictures

Contemplatin' how she tried to take the cash

Blacked out balaclava

She knew ‘bout the hidden stash

Wait, hold up

I got some more

I got some more

I got some more

I got some more

I got some more

I got some more

I got some more

I got some more

Whip around the town and tell the driver

I don’t care about the Uber surge pricing

We goin' XL, we supr sizing

Double XL, she wan' super siz it

I bend it over and excerise it

I’m doing drugs, I don’t glamorize ‘em

Look in my eyes, you just a snake

I can tell by the way you smiling

Ya, dawg I’ve been tryna eat

Hungry, I’m picking my teeth

I was raised up on the street

Daddy left when I was 3

Since he dipped, it’s been beef

Momma moved us to Orléans

But we came from OB

I had to put all my cash in

Skipped on some seasons of fashion

Had to focus on my passion

Then that shit really paid off

Now I’m in that Off-White shit

Got Givenchy in my outfit

Got inspired from Rodeo

Homie, I really bossed up

Man, enough is enough

I’ve been praying, it ain’t luck

I been workin' like a dog

I been workin' like a dog

I been grindin' like the plug

I been grindin' like the plug

I been grindin' like the plug

Everyday I’m feelin' like I’m M.I.A

My mind is off the meter, motion pictures

Contemplatin' how she tried to take the cash

Blacked out balaclava

She knew ‘bout the hidden stash

Wait, hold up

I got some more

I got some more

I got some more

I got some more

I got some more

I got some more

I got some more

I got some more

I got so much shit I gotta catch up on

Lil bitch, get ya step on

Lil bitch, get to stepping

Lil bitch in Stilletos

You got me wrong, I’m the best one

Yeah, I’m better than ya last one

Yeah, I’m better than ya next one

Mothafucka, I’m the best one

Yo yo

I cop a bag straight straight from Louis

All of you opps lookin' goofy

My homie, he ride with the Gucci

Don’t mess with his boys

Cause they ride with the toolie

Bumpin' that B.I.G. Juicy

Just hit up Popeyes then dip with a 2-piece

Album be droppin', you fakes lookin' goofy

I been smokin' on the boofy, yeah

I just been smokin' that shit

I just been fuckin' that bitch

Said that I went and switched

Nah you got it twisted, been with the shits

But I’m smart, I keep it lowkey n shit

My circle is small, but we strong

Pay my family from my songs

Pray I’m never doing wrong

Pray my money gettin' long

I pray the feds don’t catch me

Prayin' my opps don’t blast me

Cause I got my past in the backstreet

I moved them packs out the backseat

Movin' the packs like an athlete

No Uber man, I had to taxi

Mix A.P.C. with the Acne

I got my girl and she ride with her daddy

I gotta get all my shit straight

Makin' money like I’m Mitch, man

I’ve been workin' on my shit, man

I’ve been grindin' since my mixtapes

I’ve been workin' on my shit, man

I ain’t never talking shit, man