21 Savage - Stash It lyrics

All this money comin' fast, I can't find nowhere to stash it Lil mama a*s 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, b***h I think I'm Fabolous All this s**t 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 b**hes and they a*s 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 F**k work, b***h said it's goin' up on Tuesday Parkin' lot, I k**ed them, I left the top roofless Boss b***h 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 a*s 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, b***h I think I'm Fabolous All this s**t 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 n***as ready to shake you down I ain't with the fake s**t, fake dap, fake pics AR with the scope, I give your p***y a*s 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 n***a 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 a*s 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, b***h I think I'm Fabolous All this s**t 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 s**t here came off cap Every time I talk that jug s**t, I know you wanna trap (I'm talkin' numbers on these beats boy, nah this ain't rap) Nothin' but trap talkkk.