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cash is
Fuck where my mask is, run in yo spot where the stash is
Oh right there up under that mattress
Leave yo ass under that mattress
Oh no, but I'm

paid hourly
But I want checks and I want cash 
Shit like a salary

See they don't get it, that ain't hittin
They aint really fucking with it
Young Bol

the bando countin cash with my homie's
Niggas say I done changed, I just say I've gotten wise
And I feel strongly, I couldn't fuck with those guys
Them niggas

Disappointed this has to be brought up or even mentioned 
But I'm tired of half assed writing by marks in question 
Who misunderstand tension and run on like

up get popped by an opp (By an opp!)
And man no put no lid in a glock
They'll sweep you spinning the block

Cause now I'm dripping
Sipping
Whipping

shorty she stay by my side
You already know that I'm after the money. You already know that it stay on my mind
I'm getting that green like the Goblin.

killing the game, and lately I've felt inadequate
So I took hip hop by the throat so I can have my own stab at it
I wish before sleep I could think about

but the drugs make my vision blurry
On the road to success, but it's gettin' scary
I hope God by my side, the devil gettin' near me

And every time I

is my favorite fragrance 
I started like that it's some shit I ain't changing 
I'm blinded by numbers like I'm in the matrix 
She blinded by jewelry

on some click-clack
Keep your eyes on the cash, gimme that
Where they at, y'all niggaz want it
We right here, let me make myself clear
Nigga we can't be

paradise
No Coldplay (No Coldplay)
By myself, I don't got no soulmate
(By myself) 
My forgiveness at a low rate (It's low)
I got songs that will go platinum

em' in a body bag
They stay watchin' what I do
I tell em' get up off my sack

I don't give a fuck
All I care about is gettin' to the cash
If you try

not
Fuck what I got, let’s talk what I’m getting’ your man on a mission.
Talk about money you feel like I’m dissin’ 
Live by the grind like it’s part

Now no racing but yes I'm aiming for the first place
It's a hustle for everybody for the cash chase
Now how you swagging and rapping with analogies
Its

out for
I’mma get it what's the word what you all out for
We up in the club she drop it all down low for
You know we up tryna get the check by four

I

seulement que ça pète

Eh, y a du cash à faire, on va tenter ça (on va l'tenter)
Tu paies ou tu rejoins XXXTentacion (hein)
Des liasses vertes, jaunes,

mission
Fast life, can't ever be slippin', so fast you blink and you'll miss it
Hard times I will never miss 'em, get cash, I'm off like a missile
Abide by

know
Cash rules
Bitches giving head in the unisex bathroom
This is hell where the criminals dwell
Half the goons in the club
Just got home from jail

Replacing carpets in apartments we just tryna get this cake

And an old Jewish man from the hills owned the land
Drove Corvette, paid in cash, took my hand

qu'un homme
Putain d'merde, j'suis pas parfait, j'suis pas Gandhi (fuck)
J'apprends d'mes erreurs tous les jours
J'bé-tom, j'me relève, c'est comme ça

Pistol peaking out the side of my mattress 
Hiding the cash filling caskets 
Higher than gas for that maverick 
Half of the battle is won 
Though I

pushed it
Had to make a play
God Damn
It's revenue
It's passive
All you gotta do is cash in
Damn it's money man
I passed it
All you gotta do is catch it
I

Riding in the civic, windows tinted 
Riding with no license, nigga fuck a ticket
14, fuck you mean
Get this cash by any means, heard Jason sell that

with the bud by my side
Getting high don't affect when the grind is applied (so)
Label me a criminal
Take it all literal for you it's now habitual
But