Hold On
Ca$hout NLM
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Bitch I got money I'm working I'm making music while these niggas is hurtin Crazy these hoes rather f*ck for a birkin My homie tripping, he gon off the perkin Damn I'm not a rapper yall sweet My jordan a1s look good with a fleece Flex with the money and now I got beef Talk out his neck man I knock out his teeth No kizzy I'm tryna f*ck but I'm busy If I lose money it comes back like a frisbee Selling them rocks let me keep it a milli Made 5 racks I just went on a frenzy Damn I'm a young nigga and I'm lit I ain't worried about pussy I get hype over drip I shot first he couldn't get off his hip I knew she suck man she talk with a lisp How you mad she a eater We still f*ck in a double 2 seater Bitch I'm karma I wanna get even F*ck her so good then I leave her She caught the balls just like a receiver Boy I'm cash I can kill every feature On the Opp block still booming my speakers Dog ass bitch I'm not mad she a cheater Hold on Nigga u hype calm down Why would I fight when my Glock got some rounds Not catching strays, catching flights outta town Have my first show and I'll jump in the crowd She gave me brain she don't know her vowels Got deep in the pussy and I damn near drowned Bitch I got money Man U don't gotta frown I can flip money just give me a pound Hold on It's cash Finna run it again Send 50 shots it's many men Watch how I dress I'm setting a trend Cartier glasses don't got no lens Fucking bad bitches they all be 10s F*ck the lamb truck just bought a benz Why would I trust u when I ain't got no friends If I go broke I'll just get it again How many times I gotta tell u that I'm him How niggas balling they ain't got no rim Time to line em up it's time for a trim Bitch gave me head she can't count to 10 Got deep in pussy she ain't know I can swim She want me I just want her friend Tired being broke it's coming to a end Henny and coke is my type of blend I will never quit fold or bend Clown ass bitch call her Harley Quinn I speak money yall don't comprehend I'm the realest don't care who I offend Call up beem he steady be rapping Shop at the mall when my niggas get active Stepping on they necks and I just started rapping Just bought a whip and I'm racing in traffic Carry the beat man dont look man it's graphic G fazo sneaks man them shits a classic I drip to the flo man clean up the hazard be ghosting the hoes, damn I know magic U said that they rob u don't tell me what happened Even if I could I'll sell crack through my attic U play with the pistols my guns automatic My Niggas don't play so don't tell me it's static Nigga u hype calm down Why would I fight when my Glock got rounds Not catch strays catching flights outta town I'll have my 1st show and I'll jump in the crowd She gave me brain she don't know her vowels I got deep in the pussy and I damn near drowned Bitch I got money man u don't gotta frown I can flip money just give me a pound Hold on
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