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Sip codeine, way too stressed, too much cash, way too blessed
I don't even like designer, still step out in the latest flex
Came a long way from

my wrist they looking so clean 
Gun in my duffle bag 
Put an opp in a body bag
I'm on the spot like cash app
Pop pop just like that
Ooooh who hotter

One day chaita bag one day chaita mari like Masiwa and gonn get my respect 

One day chaita cash one day chaita cash like Ginimbi so the haters gonna

Woke up smelling like money
I don't trust no bank so I keep my cash all on my person
Lean got me slumped to the left you know to the left I be

(Goyard!)
Její srdce něco jako pevnost boyard
(Pevnost boyard!)
Money je v bagu a bag se jmenuje Goyard
(Cash!)
Její srdce něco jako pevnost boyard
(Její

it's funny
I just spent some cash, and I made it back
Came back in a stack, doubled it made it fat
Countin by the million, buy my shit I'm stealing

the coupe
I might just fuck on ya boo
She wanna fuck with me too
I had the cash on me, ooh
I had the cash on me, ooh
I had the cash on me, ooh

Yeah, yeah,

cash this check
They making me soft cause they all on my dick
Can y'all give me a break no you is not my chick
Change my voice on this beat and I feel

or attack
But while these average people are  at it, they may as well go join our panic and get all the cash
All they have to do is sell their soul then they

n’est pas sage
Des demi-lunes se dessinent sur mon visage
But I can’t help it if I could I’d be a Billionaire by now
Hmmmm Hoooow howww


So much time I’m

I gotta keep my distance
I been solid since I popped right out that coochie, God my witness
I be screaming, "Where the cash at?", (Uh huh) because I

through it
I get to the cash
How you hate on that
And I ain't stopping till I hit a millie
Getting shit popping like I did a wheelie
Nah but forealy I'm

that crazy,I wouldn't allow
Breaking the bank I'm a cash cow
Ain't getting distracted I stay in my route
I'm really him yeah I'm what it's about

Back in

lotta money, a whole lotta cash
BMF party, we blowin' it fast
Lotty dotty, ain't the party to crash, huh
Wingman, you ain't nothin' but a wingman
Stuck in

shake it
She been breaking hearts
Overdrafting, bank accounts Taking cash and cards
She hurt my feelings, had a nigga Thinking she the one
But she only

gotta stack up this cash, and I know why they mad cause I got what they wish they had
And what I got is gone forever last
She said she want me to come

Everydays like my birthday every day I handle shit
Hoes and cash, brands and ass - bad ass Im full of IT

Coz you know that I roll - bustas think they is cool

talk)
Cash in with the rounds, imma fuck in the blaze
Justo get the hate, imma rap in the craze
Poppin drivin justa cleanin justa make my pays
Imma GOAT

Ain't trying to fight for my life (nah)
I'm trying to go get paid
I'm trying to go get cash (cash)
I'm trying to go get laid
I'm trying to right my wrong

Wake up, pop me a perk, I get in there bitch then I go to work
I just spilt drank, got it on my shirt
This fifty racks cash and your pockets hurt
Uh

Feelings -陈劲舟
词Lyrics：Loong-G 龍吉
曲Music：Loong-G 龍吉
编曲Arranger：WayMen 歪门
混音师Mixing Engineer：reddi
制作人Produced by ：蒋雪儿Snow.J
监制Executive producer：柯自俊

Young nigga in the fast lane
Got the cash mayne
Getting money is the campaign 
Not the last thing
Held it down 
Now my grass green
Can’t be slacking

they take to get happy?
I'm anti 
Cause I'm a prophet (profit) with cash g
Government shit it again 
And cause I spit out the frame 
They won't mention

the night as I'm passing by
Silhouette of a man in a hood never satisfied
See 'em running hella fast
Shadow how I do the dash
All these bitches wanna smash uh