Phat Cash
Phat Cash
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Knock knock mothafucka open up Hot Glock popping suckas better close up Gooch docta brought the honeys and the hoes up Who's the slutty brown eyed mama with the nose stud Is it Monica? Veronica You go by a moniker Should I call you cock gobbler All I want is your trouble I'll give it back to you doubled Don't fret though dumbo Phat Cash bring the humble like Lil Pump bring the mumble Roll up fat blunts and then we smoke up Slap asses laugh we jokers More money than a hold-up Phat Cash Sold em six mollies to a stoner Smoke grass laid back we tokers More money than a broker Phat Cash Wake up in my mansion Bake up now I'm rapping Take your cake cause I am strapping Eight-man Hitlist, it's time to start blasting No fucks given, ship's sailed, I'm the captain Suck your titty, lights off, in the cabin I'll go bare-skin, you'll get an abortion I'm not asking bitch, more like forcing No foreskin, circumcised, I'll see you in court trick Roll up fat blunts and then we smoke up Slap asses laugh we jokers More money than a hold-up Phat Cash Sold em six mollies to a stoner Smoke grass laid back we tokers More money than Al Roker Phat Cash Tha Penis I'm a genius Hot and ready little Caesar's I'm just spitting what I'm seeing And infecting you like venom I keep cleaning out my Glocks I keep em ready cocked and locked For you retards, I will not stop Until my breath is out and I'm gone I bring the bang Gooch bring the buck Use to sling 'caine truth is I'm stuck A rock and a hard place I know it's fucked up I pick the rock every time lets light up I brought the kush if you got the rubbers Bitch just shut up and get under the covers You're hotter than Marshall Mather's model daughter Hailey, I love you I just want a follow Roll up fat blunts and then we smoke up Slap asses laugh we jokers More money than a hold-up Phat Cash Sold em six mollies to a stoner Smoke grass laid back we tokers More money than a broker Phat Cash I got the gas Hit it don't pass Hide the grass up in my ass Cops come then I dash Gunshot then they splat Goochie D up on this beat Ruthless motherfucker kill your whole family Desecrate your grave make you obsolete Adios mothafucker so long RIP Bitch, you ain't stopping my plan Put you in a coffin hangman My life is a party Lime and Bacardi Sipping and living like a billionaire Wishing you'd stop bitching I don't even care I'll grab you by the hair And toss you down the stairs Just swallow the barrel of this gun Give brainwash a new meaning Cause this is more than a feeling hon Roll up fat blunts and then we smoke up Slap asses laugh we jokers More money than a hold-up Phat Cash Sold em six mollies to a stoner Smoke grass laid back we tokers More money than a broker Phat Cash Roll up fat blunts and then we smoke up Slap asses laugh we jokers More money than a hold-up Phat Cash Sold em six mollies to a stoner Smoke grass laid back we tokers More money than a broker Phat Cash
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Written by: Jacob Berman, Terrance Berman
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