Lyrics:
Mix that flavor with that cash, this what you get, this what you get
On with three bitches, two of 'em mix aye
All I wanted, drinkin' coffee,
to get this off my chest
You a bitch if I'm rappin'
And you say you not impressed
Your input does not add money to my check
Who the fuck about to do this
wont get you by
Truth is a Paris Hilton jail cover story could never flop
For that sexy mug-shot I could get a million dollars a pop
Even Michaels in
ride, so you know we getting live
I know fa sho it's going down tonight
Cash on delivery, money and artillery, cuzz is you feeling me?
I get that cash
excited
I've been drinking Fanta under the canopy
I'm not talking about soda, you're my Fantasy
It's her birthday party and I went into her bounce house
We
You know what I'm sayin' it like my whole life; I mean what's life all about right? Graduating, getting a good job, get out. Making that dough you
for the right price
I'll get rid of this nut
If the cash straight pause
Wait didn't you get caught fuckin'
Wit' trannies? We
Don't even know if Cass'
time? (Time)
Lookin' at my kids through the blinds (Blinds)
Confinement mind (Confinement)
How you feelin' when you face a dime? (Time)
The truth be
these government drugs
Homie, I'm clean now
I got my mind right spreading the seeds out
The seeds of war
But you don't know what I'm talking about
You
where they coming to
These broke ass niggas think they slick
It's alright every nigga out there that told me they don't have cash
About to make a cash app
to run up a mill in cash
Step in my way and you gone
Make me Chaka Zulu your ass
And I ain't worried about no bond
got cash you think I'm playing
Bullets
damn town to get killed
It's all about the game, and nothin' else
You come out here, you better watch yourself
Cause you can wear what you want, even
don't know about it (how could they know?)
I thank you for the autographs
And the cheers over the years
You stood by me, you didn't doubt me
I think
Done told the truth.
Why your acting so confused.
Knew about me from the start now your patronize these dude.
Ant no devil in disguise what you see
That you're talking about?
The one that you claim as a hip-hop artist
But won't do the research on hip-hop history
Or the one where you disrespect,
Wanna talk about hits? Let's talk about it
Wanna talk about Cris'? Let's talk about it (yo)
But when you talk about cash, don't talk without it (yo)
Wanna talk about hits? Let's talk about it
Wanna talk about Cris'? Let's talk about it (yo)
But when you talk about cash, don't talk without it (yo)
Cash, Cash
Johnny Cash
Johnny Cash, Johnny Cash
Johnny Cash, Cash, Cash
Uh, yeah I feel like Johnny Cash
Uh, and yeah you know this jawn need cash
Uh,
A Nashville man that you could never go forget
And when I'm done you know I'll be well-dressed, bitch
Johnny Cash
Black on black
Johnny Cash
Black
my rhymes sacred and I aim straight for greatness
[Hook]
I'm all about my cash and my cream and the dream
Cause it's all a nigga need on the thing
You
Too gone worry about yourself babe
You gone forget about your selfish ways
Let go float away into outer space
You know the truth of what you gone
reports world news as
They report about me, we're in trouble
Are you saying that
No, wait, let me finish have you thought of
The chance I'm taking by
cash
My people ride or die no gas
For the right price know some bad guys who could drive by your mans
Night night no lullaby yeah I'm talking about
and cash out
Cash in and cash out
Ayee
All we know is
Cash in and cash out cash in cash out
Piñata the bag and bring another bag Out
Wa wa wats on menu
You
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