Whit3 Boy - Stash (feat. Jordan Lindsay) Lyrics

I make all this guap and I spend it on a thot
She gon' pull up on the spot when she need someone to top up
She looking like a pop up, I don't wanna click that shit
Maybe she will let me hit when she see's my deposits. Then I treat a first date like a birthday and she thirsty for a Thursday and a Friday. Better make my day with a top top in the back of a drop top, better hit my spot with a hot box and a thick blunt, fill it with skunk and I gotta get the chicken fillet and demolish that shit with a single bite. Make that check in a single night
She spend that shit when I'm out of sight. Better make that right, gotta see the light at the end of the tunnel I gotta go funnel this cash, it's gone in a flash
She taking my debit, she taking my credit and I need to stop all this shit and to end it
Can't take a chance on this shit like a Bennett, son of a bitch is leaving me indebted
I'm hoping she's cheating on me at this point. I thought she was filling the void, but she making a void in my pocket. I know that it's burning like all that I'm earning. It's all up in smoke. I feel like I'm broke. She claim to be woke. 70 g's on a coat. Making me sell all my boats. Now I barely got the notes
I've been tryna' keep your hands off my bag baby. I've been tryna' get the liars off my ass lately
Reach into my clip and take out all that shit you need. Go and treat yourself, do it with my wealth
F*ck up the stash, f*ck up the stash, f*ck up the stash, f*ck up the stash
F*ck up the stash, f*ck up the stash, f*ck up the stash, f*ck up the stash
F*ck up the stash, f*ck up my mind, spending my cash, uh
F*ck up the line, wasting my time, done with you rats, aye
Come for the bills, leaving with stacks, humble you lie, stabbing my back, stayed for the thrills, left for the raps, I've been wasting my time, I've been killing these tracks
F*ck up my head, done with this phone, turn to the pad instead
Pour out my meds meditating I dread not relating to artists that painting these pictures up into your head
Taking your money, your house in the valley. I need an escape and I need to pay rent
"Why no one helping me", earn your respect before spending my checks I can see the receipts the deceit can't believe that you using me fully abusing me just so that you can go out and then flex
Nobody know that you got it from me bitch you blowing the load and I'm knowing you less
Somebody witness this shit this is so damn obscene and the scene is just making stress
Feel like you so damn intelligent heres something relevant, you just a mess bitch
Please I don't mean to believe that you fein so you need to deceive me, wallet in the pocket proceed to seduce me, truth is a new thing, prove that you don't talk shit. Prove that you pay your way, show me that you work for it. Hold me back I can't complain, watching all my homies get rich, watching all my money fade away stay away from the payday...like
I've been tryna' keep your hands off my bag baby. I've been tryna' get the liars off my ass lately
Reach into my clip and take out all that shit you need. Go and treat yourself, do it with my wealth
F*ck up the stash, f*ck up the stash, f*ck up the stash, f*ck up the stash
F*ck up the stash, f*ck up the stash, f*ck up the stash, f*ck up the stash