[Chorus]
Put a stash in the bank
We got all the perkies, all the gas and the drank
You know they get nervous, when that bag in they face
You know they get nervous, when that bag in they face
Yeah, 200 on the dash, do the race
Bro ain't pulling over, do the dash on the jakes
If she suck me right, she might get lashes today

[Verse]
Balenciaga drip, like what they taxing?
Have my brodie (pew) hit that stain 'cause he taxing
You know we go hard up in that paint, on some Shaq shit
Diamonds dance like Janet and I got rings like Phil Jackson
And when you living fast, better pray that you ain't crashing
Had to get a bag when shit was critical
Not with all the antics n***as pulling gimmicks
And they getting burnt out, tryna do it for an image
Swear the shit so pitiful, and the A.M.G. is all tinted
Way back they was balling, and I remember, I was in scrimmage
Okay I'm upping the minutes, know I'm the one that they call on
You know I'm the one they believe in, I used to pray for the shit, I was feening
Get in the way, you getting deleted
She let me kill it, now she grieving
Double cup, I'm in that zone
I smoke jattic, you can smell it through the ozone
We sip Dom Perignon I'm a motherfucking don
Tell a baddie , "ay go and take your thong off"
And my bro still play the trap every day, he don't call off
Sware to God I landed on more money if I fall off
When she get to tripping, give her (pew) for her to fall on
I feel like Mike Jones, 'cause they ain't want me, now they all on
[Chorus]
Put a stash in the bank
We got all the perkies, all the gas and the drank
You know they get nervous, when that bag in they face
You know they get nervous, when that bag in they face
200 on the dash, do the race
Bro ain't pulling over, do the dash on the jakes
If she suck me right, she might get lashes today