What Chorus, Pt. 2

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Cash Keldry

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Nigga play pussy get treat like a feline 
F*ck on dat bitch and i hit from the behind 
Told that bitch throw that ass back like a rewind 
Striking that pussy i hit it like 3 times 
I'll send the packs to you quick like a email 
Shit sold out, gotta catch the next presale
This some designer not regular retail 
Color coordinated just check out the details 

Rocking them Vans bitch i feel like a skater 
Feel like my hands attached to this paper
Ballin on niggas i feel like a Laker 
In love with the green i need me some acres
Niggas throw salt but the glock a shake em 
These niggas some pussies i don't know who made em
Niggas can't look at me wrong i'll fade em
I'm smoking on cookie you smoking on vapor 

I'm heating up just like a oven 
Ahead of these niggas feel like i'm above em
Nigga can't look at me wrong i'll shove em 
Ian hearing shit, tell somebody who love ya 
I got thc all in my system
And yo hoe look good so she might be a victim 
I'm already rich in my mind it was written 
Think yo hoe a dime but she really a nickel 

Slow this shit down don't get it confused 
And yo money funny but i ain't amused
Play with my money then you getting abused 
These glocks are recyclable they get reused
Feel like bob the builder with these tools 
I obey everything except the rules 
Just give me top ian accepting no nudes 
And if it's smoke i'm accepting it too

Came with them packs bitch i feel like a carrier 
I'll send them packs to baltimore Maryland 
I'll them packs to a crib in the Netherlands 
Box with a bow cause i'm such a gentleman
I'll do it all when it come to them Benjamins
I hit the gas then get in my element 
These niggas feminine, filled with estrogen 
I'm goin all the way it ain't no settling 

Off the medicine forgetting my messages 
Lil bitch don't know why you texting me 
Annoying me cause of my negligence 
Lil bitch don't test my intelligence 
I'm tryna run up a sack from a decimal 
A mill ain't close to my estimate 
Stashing it all we ain't leaving no evidence 
Got bands in the closet no skeletons

What, what, what
Bitch its cash, cash, cash
Bitch its cash, cash, cash
I'm on yo ass, ass, ass

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