Car Full Of Stash

I got a car full of stash and I want to sell it

I got some tickets and hash and now I want to sell it

You wanna take out the trash, you wanna go around and tell it

I got a car full of stash, now you can go to hell with it

'Cause I'm about to get myself home

I'm about to get on the plane

So come on over and see it

Just come on over and see it

We want to take your gold

We want to take your gold

Move right in and steal the mold

We want to take your gold

I got some shit on a boat and I want to move it

A crate of guns and a goat and I want to move it

You wanna put on your hat yeah, you say, you need to prove it

You wanna see where it's at, I'm gonna tell you to prove it

Well, I'm about to get on the plane

I'm about to do it

We want to take your gold

We want to take your gold

Move right in and steal the mold

We want to take your gold

And we're gonna get your soul

We're gonna get your soul

The weights are on the scale and they show

That we are here to get your soul

I got a box at my house

And I want you to get it

You know that box at my house

Hey, I don't want you to fret it

For I'll call 'em up in advance

I'll put the key around your neck

I'll be here doin' my dance

And you can pick a card

You pick a card from the deck

Yeah, yeah, yeah

We want to take your gold

We want to take your gold

Move right in and steal the mold

We want to take your gold

And we're gonna get your soul

We're gonna get your soul

Get it in a move so bold

We're gonna get your soul