Lyrics:
My only focus is counting up money
(Cash cash)
I'm getting my cheese
So if it ain't about the paper then I'll see you later
Because the shit don't
Done took a slight decline (how many of us have them)
And if you wanna know the truth man, man (how many of us have them)
Them wasn't no friends
goin' tick and I'm sick of the bullshit
You're watching the makings of a psychopath
The truth didn't last
Before the wrath and aftermath
Who's that
step unless you got tree
Better roll it and smoke it to the last drop
That cash crop stay up in the hash spot
Daily session, that Buddha blessing,
woke up in the morning, brush my teeth smack my bitch ass (damn)
All I do is think about the cash (what?)
Yeah, what, getting all this cash (yeah)
Fuck are you on about
Blud, what are you on about
Fuck are you on about
Fuck are you on about
What are you on about?
Blud, what are you on about
Really
Cash, cash money, babe
That's just all I'm worried about
You know what I got to do
You know what I'm doing, getting
Cash, cash money, babe
Clock is
a friend, get da minaj done
On da spot, like right now
Know ya heard about da way I put dis pipe down
Its only money in my sights now
So ain't no plan for you
thinking
That the boat ain't sinking, but you're boots are getting wet
That's the thing about lifelines, they tell you the truth
When you won't reach you
whole life like it's my sworn testimony
The truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, so help me God
By the way, George Washington added that
So
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
settled
The game's rigged
You should have told me about this
Truth by the likes of you
Truth by
Truth by the likes of you
Truth by
Truth by the likes
the truth
You ain’t never on your job
You must really love to lose
I don’t love them
1 thing I won’t do
If I’m getting to the paper
I aint worried about you
Facts don't care about feelings
No cap
People don't wanna hear the truth
Unless it line up with their point of view
But facts don't care about
Thousand dollar shades on
My lil' homies boost 'em
Songs bump in Houston like Trae
Tha Truth produced 'em silverback nigga
I suggest you get used
ain't speaking less I'm sure I'm spouting facts
And your success I ain't gon measure by the racks
You could be filthy rich and still be dropping trash
Man
to do something about it
Wanna try and make things right
Speak truth to power yeah you can testify
Speak truth to power or you can walk on by
Now you
cheese all about brix
Fuck what you heard
We ain't buying no Nick's
Getting that loud
We get it by da pound
Fuck what you heard we holding it down nigga
the bed (break it)
Girl, your pussy the truth
Girl, I swear to God, I will never lie about you (nah)
Ooh-ooh, ooh (look)
That pussy the truth, ain't
Cash rules everything around me
Cash rules everything around me
Money Motivated
You fucked up if you thought
You'd be at the top
All by your
Guess it's a wrap when your co-defendant make soul music
Cash rule the world -- at least it do with girls
At least it do with churches, seek the truth
abundantly clear
If you ever needed proof
Don't worry, I'ma show you the truth
Life is hanging by a string
Ill tie the noose
Guess it makes me a nuisance
So
bad about all this stuff i did
KW: Mm hmm jK: I guess the first question
I should ask is, who are you wearing?
KW: It's Ralph
JK: Kramden? Lauren?
they say that I'm shady
The truth of the matter
I don't fuck wit you cause you niggas Fu gazy
And that's what it is
Red bottom stiletto heavy on dat
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