Ft Rick Ross

Ricky Ross, stash house
Mysonne, welcome back home nigga
It’s for you nigga

You can find me in the stash house, stash house
Bagging up the work, counting the cash out
In that stash house there’s no fronting
You know the rules, stack paper, say nothing
You can find me in the stash house, stash house
Bagging up the work, counting the cash out
In that stash house there’s no fronting
You know the rules, stack paper, say nothing

You can find me in that stash house, gun on my lap
Strap, bagging bundles of crack
Counting hunneds in stacks 
So that, dirty money on the table
Reruns a wire on the cable
I’m with a chick with a tattoo, 
A fire on her label
I lay my fire arm on the table
While I strangle, deuce birds
Tired of this…my baby need a new pair of shoes
I got the dudes by the door, 
With glocks and rock welders
Surveillance cameras on, you gotta watch fellas
You know, it’s paper kids and them cop tellers
Well let them run in here, and feel how hot hell is
Feel them hot pellets sinking through they chest
The cop killers sinking through your vest
Oh yes, yeah, we got the work by the …
So cops rush, we flush and …I’m a hustler baler

You can find me in the stash house, stash house
Bagging up the work, counting the cash out
In that stash house there’s no fronting
You know the rules, stack paper, say nothing
You can find me in the stash house, stash house
Bagging up the work, counting the cash out
In that stash house there’s no fronting
You know the rules, stack paper, say nothing

I run the dirty south bitch I’m the boss
It’s the last crucifix that you ask one to cross
In the stash house, bars on the windows
If you in or got a blender that your squad gonn remember
Got a hunned grand in a rear rubber band
Keep a hunned in the trunk bet it won’t chill
Coke by the unit, pills keep me polluted
The pistol barrel … you pussy know…
Stash house, 10 cars in the front yard
They don’t sell… might have to play my trunk cards
Stash house, … whenever you get chomped off

You can find me in the stash house, stash house
Bagging up the work, counting the cash out
In that stash house there’s no fronting
You know the rules, stack paper, say nothing
You can find me in the stash house, stash house
Bagging up the work, counting the cash out
In that stash house there’s no fronting
You know the rules, stack paper, say nothing, that’s right.