| Dollar, dollar bill in the stash house tryna hide another mil
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| Dollar, dollar bill, yeah
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| When I got out the car I was talking on the phone
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| Calm in the storm
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| The Rolls Royce Wraith and a Rolls Royce Dawn
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| Too slick, you probably slip before you can step up on
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| Intercepted before you could creep, you see you been crept on
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| Lifers press on
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| Adding to my Rolex collection
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| Sky-dweller rose gold probably do my next one
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| I know what you wanna hear
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| That shit that make you hustle all year
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| I came to the studio with a boat
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| So I can load these keys up, when they’re ready to go
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| Them other crews slangin' stepped on dope
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| You want that pure shit, homie then you know where to score
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| The game done changed y’all, but not your dawg
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| I’m still in the cut, rolled up in the kush fog
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| Like dollar, dollar bill in the stash house tryna hide another mil
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| Yeah, dollar, dollar bill in the stash house tryna hide another mil
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| Yeah, dollar, dollar bill in the stash house tryna hide another,
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| hide another mil
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| Yeah, dollar, dollar bill in the stash house tryna hide another mil
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| Yeah, dollar, dollar bill
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| Kane, nigga
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| Yeah, rest in peace my nigga Timbuck
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| Used to hit the beauty bar on Tuesday foreign rimmed up
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| Freddie Forgiato, chop that flex to get my chips up
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| When I jumped up off the porch, ain’t had no clue just where I end up
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| Audio stay dope like ice cubes and boiling water
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| Ain’t no gas up in this bitch but I’m cooking like Snoop and Martha
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| Fuck the stripper club if they ain’t got titties out like the Carter
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| Young Nino if she nasty like Janet, I James DeBarge her
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| Like dollar, dollar bill
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| Poured the whole Joe Montana when I broke the seal
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| Niggas thought that I was dead in the gutter they wrote the will
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| Beat the case and I put new candy paint on my Coupe de Ville
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| Beat the case and put my baby on acres like ain’t shit changed up
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| Yeah I rap but bitch my meat and potatoes come off that slangin'
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| Took the jar up out the box whipped it, shake it, let it dry, then break it
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| Get you three for two I serve triple-doubles
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| Anthony Davis or Russell I meant
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| More than a couple assists once I alley-oop the ball
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| Player was running the bitch
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| Gangster Gibbs flipping a chick like I was Chris in 1996
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| She getting dick from a player off the New York Knicks
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| And I’m like Ewww
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| Dollar dollar bill |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Stash House , by - Curren$y. Song from the album Andretti 12/30, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп