Lyrics:
my shot cash cash
Made it like curry
All these hoes dirty
Shawty clean clean yea
She said fuck a bean
Shawty ain’t filthy
Shawty don’t care
Bout a TD
this cash
Life is a bitch in this world that we in
But I still gotta fight for my soul
Finesse and stack or invest in a trapper
Book that flight and go
the industry
Nike shoes on my feet, 'Imma go run up a piece
never see me in the streets - I got in the industry in my sheets
This shit ain't happen by chance,
a.k.a mr.enron
u already kno dirty money,clean money, its just money nah'm sayin
bitch
young money,cash money,old money whatever man
its ya boy man
i talk
Cash or Credit?
And I
Jizzed in my pants
Its perfectly normal, nothing wrong with me
But were going to need a clean up on aisle 3
And now I'm
I'm Dana Dane
Put a patch over your eye, fuck with my petty change
Fuck what you heard, for that bird I'm a dirty nigga
Laid to rest by the one you
killin' it (uh)
Nipe dawa, man I need it (nipe dawa I need it)
I said I'm the greatest, I don't need to repeat it (the greatest)
Write my name on the wall
to sell Dope
Yea I was sad she told me i was broke
Cooked a new batch by myself on the Low
Made all these cash in two weeks I Was bolt
Fuck what what you
love my fans, fuck dem haters, and them low life's
Living my best life
Living my best life
Living my best life
Don't look at the tag I'm cash out don't
Low key I've been riding feeling lonely
Feeling like myself my only homie yeah
Fighting my demons to have my soul clean
Gotta keep moving can't be
about he with it
Damu Lee Lee
Throw a clean up crew
Shout out to my gangstas
Rocking black just like the Reaper do
Shout out to my gangstas
Rocking
and attack all you divas
Cash App PayPal for the features
Nasir Jones with that Ether
Yeah I’ll beat up jack, jack reacher
I won’t even need my clever
I’ll
she for me if she make up cash
Bitches look for prayer hands on Sunday after shakin ass
San Andreas to 4 fucc wit niko ian roccin cheat codes
Get it by
Say Appa hot damn
How the man so fly
I been following by arrow
Every time I touch the sky
I be rizzing up the baddies
Every time I fly by
See my
touched by the pair
Runnin they mouth with only one to the ground
I blow my shit cause I can back it up
Fuck poppin the trunk
Let's throw some hands up
Now
need this cash
Life is a bitch in this world that we in but I still gotta fight for my soul
Finesse and stack or invest in a trapper book that flight
Lately I'm stressing
Got pain on my chest
When I struggle with demons I clean up my mess
Weight on my shoulders, they say I'm depressed
I should
hour of rec
My transfer still 'round, Grant Parish ain't designated me yet
Givin' gang raw uncut for free, pay me by takin' heat
I experienced what I
fucking in the back of my concert
Offended by the lack of a roster
I can easily handle a monster
Off a redline and a handle of monster
We ain't the same boy
goin'?
Bring yo' ass back, here right now
Cook my food, and clean my house
Put my dick in yo' mouth
Hell naw bitch you ain't goin' out
You better realize
'Cause if you dare, you'll see the glare
Of everyone you burned just to get there
It's comin' back around
And I keep my side of the street clean
You
switching lanes
But goddamn, I gotta make this cash
Gotta make it big, gotta make it right, gotta make it fun, got it on my mind
About them probs, threw them
shit
You see the ice wrist shit, can you cop that shit
Chanel crocodile and ostrich shit, whoa!
You know my style, I be spendin' they cash
And I'll
the whole pie, I won't be denied Nathan
Maybe I need my head inside straightened
Brain contemplatin', clean out the register
Dip before somebody catches ya
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