Lyrics:
getting to that cash)
Now I?m looking at your photograph
Cause its the last piece of you I have
Chorus:
When she left me, she texted me, sent that
Daddy sets you up with all his cash
Time to sober up from having a blast
A DWI could ruin your career
Or kill someone next to you who you hold dear
Well
Get a dick suck wit a gat in my hand
Bitch, it's thug passion
Chicks drive by in their whips
They be flashin
Do you know Bonic and Lib?
They be
exactly how many licks it took for my hoes
Spendin your cash flow cause she was so out hoe
Scandal love, cause love full of scandal
Too much chick for
his heart that summer, I told him what I wasn't planin'
How to sell the nails by the pound
Spent my last paycheck on an RC and a Greyhound
A front seat
I need to shift this draw quick as fuck
Flip the cash and take my cut
It's really powerful, it's so strong
But I'm selling it fast and it's
Don't want no tender talk or fancy lines.
Come sit down so I can
Uh uh uh uh uh.
I'm ready for you
Uh uh uh uh uh.
Don't need to cash your money by
Muscular legs stompin' out the boulevard
Muscular face and lips about a mile large
Pluckin' out a leaf from a tree as she passes by
I touch greenery
gutter loans, get her sprung from wetter tongues
Body bangin' like a whole set of drums
Damn, wit time flat, spit my game
Drop a quarter by her nice
line, Bentleys Lams and Hummers
Benz, Lex cool but we on some other shit
Helecopters and jets is what I'm talkin bout bitch
Young nigga surrounded by ice
if I want to CBS, bitch
[Chorus: ]
Least but not last, I'll blast an informant
Until he has the cash to put end to his torment
Now shine up
Under the scope, the new craze from the paid and the faceless
Packaged and sold by the gross to the young and the tasteless
Does anyone know where they
called up
The shit I spit how shit get caught up
Get rid of mycrow bar before a person 14-5
The shit niggaz gotta do try 2 get high
As time fly by so
up
Fuck you hoes we run this town
(beat starts)
Shoe' is about they're cheese and cash
Boot' is about they'll kill your ass
Niggaz was running their
a party up in NYC
And can I make it? Damn right, I be on the next flight
Paying cash; first class - sitting next to Vanna White
If you want to go
Don't do that
The union hates
A wildcat
-Chorus-
Out to lunch
Back at one
Cash the cheque
Weekend's fun
Sweep the floor
The hours go by
Can't wait till
you're facin to the wind
You better count the chips before its time to cash em in
'Cause by then you'll realize that you've lost your drive
While workin
Killas with they facemask, tryin' to get my safe cash
If I catch 'em should I blast, nigga?
Hell yeah
Cause if they catch me up in they shit, I'ma dead man
have a home and not owe, stack this dough
We shouldn't be fightin', pressin' charges with the po'
When you said stop flowin' if the cash don't flow
It's
when I do it
No it ain't nothing to it
Snatch ya chains
Splatter brains
Acting like they knew it
Regime the new team
Kill for the cash green
Split
Intro: DJ KaySlay]
Aiyyo it's DJ KaySlay the Drama King
And for those of y'all that don't know
I'm workin with a new artist, he goes by the name
and your masks on till the cash gone
Now lets get this thirty million in diamonds and mash on
8 minutes left on the clock before the cameras click
Back into
bigger thighs
Get so horny when a onion ring gets fucked by a fry
What can I do? I love you, I'd hump you, it's cool
I just don't care what they say
rabbit the land
unkind it's hard to manage
FBI
and the Public Eye
the rap seems sord of savage but those
live in the math
as doc cash livin fast
shang
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