MYSONNE - Stash House lyrics

rate me

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.