Stash It - VL Deck, 21 Savage

All this money comin' fast, I can’t find nowhere to stash it

Lil mama ass fat, huh, I can’t wait to smash it

Chokers on my neck boy, yeah I’m rockin' carats

You can throw it in the bag, bitch I think I’m Fabolous

All this shit came off of gas, never seen advance check

I just sent like thirty bags down to the projects

I got one, two, three, four shooters clutchin' carbons

I got bad bitches and they ass fat

Rock designer bags and they shoes match

They whole squad pretty, all y’all can get it

They on Live with it, they hashtag litty

We on the sofa, poppin' bottles, I just capped for fifty

Paparazzi snappin' pictures, everybody lookin'

Gold bottles everywhere, this is a motion movie

Fuck work, bitch said it’s goin' up on Tuesday

Parkin' lot, I killed them, I left the top roofless

Boss bitch with me named Cookie so I’m Lucious

Forty shots, no handgun, I’m shootin' a baby Uzi

220 on the dash, I hit the gas, I bet I lose 'em

All this money comin' fast, I can’t find nowhere to stash it

Lil mama ass fat, huh, I can’t wait to smash it

Chokers on my neck boy, yeah I’m rockin' carats

You can throw it in the bag, bitch I think I’m Fabolous

All this shit came off of gas, never seen advance check

I just sent like thirty bags down to the projects

I got one, two, three, four shooters clutchin' carbons

I don’t need burglar bars, German Shephards in my yard

Merry Christmas, Happy New Years, I bought choppers for the squad

I been robbin' since a youngin, I put trackers on your Dodge

You a rapper, I’m a clapper, Put a hundred in your Ford

I got one, two, three, four M’s in my bank account

Five, six, seven, eight niggas ready to shake you down

I ain’t with the fake shit, fake dap, fake pics

AR with the scope, I give your pussy ass a face lift

Moncler jacket cost a thirty, I ain’t cappin'

Army fatigue boots two thousand, I ain’t cappin' (a bag)

I ain’t talkin' clothes, lil nigga I’m talkin' trappin' (no swag)

Ask around the city, everybody know that we 'bout action (21, 21)

All this money comin' fast, I can’t find nowhere to stash it

Lil mama ass fat, huh, I can’t wait to smash it

Chokers on my neck boy, yeah I’m rockin' carats

You can throw it in the bag, bitch I think I’m Fabolous

All this shit came off of gas, never seen advance check

I just sent like thirty bags down to the projects

I got one, two, three four shooters clutchin' carbons

I’m in the brackets by myself, yeah, I’m forever servin'

Prophet to the trap, some call me the eight sermon

I be where it’s bite and slash scary, but I’m never nervous

Horses in the engine, if I hit it watch my whip swerve

Mask on, creep silent, watch me perv

I’m a situation starter but I’m excellent with words

I’m fanatic with them bags and I just jugg off them birds

And I’m a rack real haver so I talk with a slur

Mastermind of the trap but cleaned it up with rap

I got racks on racks on racks and all this shit here came off cap

Every time I talk that jug shit, I know you wanna trap

(I'm talkin' numbers on these beats boy, nah this ain’t rap)

Nothin' but trap talk