Stash (feat. Blueface)

Tyga

Ainda não temos a cifra desta música.

Mustard on the beat, ho

Pop champagne, put the pussy on my lap, yeah
I'm the type of nigga that live what I rap
Make a famous bitch drive where I'm at
Daddy was a hustler, I was born to be a mack
Hit the booty club and I'm airing out the racks
She licking on my neck while you staring in the back
I'm the type of nigga that was built to last
She want that yolk, I got more in the stash

I got more in the stash
Gave her my chain, I got more in the stash
The price was a bag
Broke that shit down, rolled that shit on the dash
I got more in the stash, open the stash, price was a bag, bag
Roll that shit on the dash
Gave her my chain, I got more in the stash

You ain't shit, where your mans at? (Mans at?)
Said you ain't cheating, it's a lap dance
You gon' turn a nigga to a madman
And we gon' turn his body into quicksand
I'm loving how you looking in them Tom Ford heels
You the murder mami 'cause you dressed to kill
Ain't shit realer than real on real
I can make you famous, for real
Sitting real low like a Big Wheel
I'm a bad boy like Big Will
Walking out the bank with a new deal
"You want that in cash?" Nigga, hell yeah, hell yeah
Pop champagne, start the foreplay
She strip to her toes in the doorway
It ain't the hallway, its the whore-way
See yourself out in the morning
Told that bitch

Blueface, baby
Yeah aight, famous crip, I can make you famous
Good die young, instead of safe, I gotta stay dangerous
Pockets blue, I'm a crip, you know I blew a bag
Blower to his lips like a mustache
Blueface pendant bustin' like a disabled man
Movie clips on me like the cable man
Glock poppin' and lockin', make 'em break dance
I wanna see ass shaking, not shake hands
I came to get it in, I only got dead friends
No rockstar, but I play with hella bands
Only 91 Supreme-ium in my Mercedes-Benz
Blueface, baby