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the cash

Bitch I got the all black with the mask
Give a stack to my papa, he Jim Carrey laugh
Ma got the LV engraved in her bag
For times when she'd think I

get by, roll up, get high
Fucked that hoe all night till her soul got tired
I need me a little more time, need me a little more time
I just need you

much anymore
Because I'm grinding on that money mission
Aye throwback to money mission
Ain't no competition
Like a bonfire I'm on fire right now
This

really cut
Couldn't get the hole in one
So they going for the putt
Couldn't hit him in the chin
So I'm going for the gut
Trying to build some legal money
I

phone every month if it ain't money fuck you callin for
Been going thru the fucking struggle make me wanna grab the double
My grandma just died I swear

the days when we was penny-pinching
Money so old it probably got a pension
Beat him up! Beat him up!
Wash and we rinse him
Tomato, tomato, potato, extensions

up
I had no choice to level up

Every time they go talk bout the kid I'ma come back With another one

All this rappin' shit, do it for fun
These niggas

Stiff on a bitch I ain't got no time for her
She keep trippin' by the past I ain't got no time for her
I been lovin' on myself so I don't need yours

Can you prove it to me by the end of the night
I'm tryna see some
Gimme my money, my freedom
Duck a hater hoe dip dodging my demons
You can find me if

no BS
Ain't heard of me you sies-ta lil' bra I'm the best
Got your eyes on her but she stand by me
End of the night guarantee she pick me like I guard

Turn myself into a boss? (Yeah)
Turn my trap house to a loft and turn my hustlin' to a law
Go and get the money by any means, young nigga, don't fall

What do I call you?
I kinda like Zeno better, Alex
Alex is good too though
I'ma just call you Zeno
You can't be both
Just peep the view
Check it out,

close, then I'm gon loot
And if you try to stop, ma and pops need a suit
I advise anybody that's bout to drop to show me proof
That they got it to make it

time I think about it he was all I ever had
I can see all of our memories, that's stuck up in the past
Knowing I was his lil mini me, popping shit like

had
Shit but she got her money right
And tell me why these bitches on my dick?
Talking 'bout "big sis", "lil' sis"
All you fake bitches make me sick
Cah

Pshhhh pshhhh
Uhh
[Repeat: x3]

[Verse 1]
Ohh you rhyme witta slug and sum shots in his face
He rhyme with a slug tryna sound like ma

the choppa like a new computer

Bro I roll a 456 when I'm shakin' the dice
The trap house illuminated by them vacancy lights
Nigga playin' with my money, then

drownin' down inside my riches
I'ma call the baby like a lil' kitten
I ain't wanna fuck her, but you know I did it
Twenty-seven, lucky like the number seven

Sunny
Splenetic thoughts got lil bitch movin' funny
Giver her some money, make a bitch hurl
22Gz spinning the block with the twirl
'Stead life, got my

I'ma shit on all these niggas, I got different color money
Like NoCap a damn peacock, them birds shoot soon as he peak out

Got her off all these

out
What's the word, man, I can't call it
Taking hella risks, man, you would think I left em armless
All this money on me,
I walk by myself but with my

and fuck up commas (Yea)
Gettin' to the money, shit, that's no problem (Champ)
I want a check, flex on my ex
Shine with a lil' bit of gold on my neck (Gold

the struggle Big bro said don't get into trouble
Lil bro got it off the muscle selling crack to see the money double
It ain't too many people going to love you

good love, y'all can fuck these college dudes"
The plan wasn't to slime you out
Lil girl I really fucked with you
Walking with my hoodie up cause these