Cash

I don't wanna fan, wanna fam Tryna get bands with the band Got a plan of attack and a lack in demand Draw a line in the sand like Iraq and Iran Take root, feet planted, understand? Gotta branch out grab my hand Last dance gotta take that one more chance If I wanna be a star gotta Gogh like Van Like vroom, sedan Young man, Young man everything I do on brand Everybody following the kid with The iced out neck Cause they know it's a chain of command Too sharp don't glance, goddamn Hope that you feeling the vibe Everybody moving it side to side and I Don't got a wave now I got a tide How we get so high? Alright, alright, alright Dazed and Confused all night When the moon gets so bright Why the stars all gotta align, huh? When you go, alright oh thats right, hi! I wanna be in your life I wanna take you to places That you never been And paint pictures a word a time I wanna teach you to fly and not come down Tryna find truth in lies and find love now What now? I don't wanna wait Till they come round Doing this all since Future Sex Love Sounds Me and love-sadKiD the new N-sync We don't got planned shit it's all instinct C Note got them the beat go got damn And Dahm the young man with heat thats sensei Amazing, rap game Krillin Everyone wanna fade me but I'm chilling I don't got nothing against time I don't kill it, spend it Tryna make a second with a million billion Raise me the ceiling Tyna make a mic turn to a whole building Tryna get bills and still be real But above all else I want you to feel it 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 always running late You two used to do the maneuver And now it's runnin' late Cash, cash money bags That's just all I dream about Music is the avenue You just who the songs about Cash, cash money, babe, got to go It's running late On the grind like all the time Feel free to come and join me babe Got me feeling like a king with a crown now New crew, same kid with a crowd now I check what im doing with a spy cam Ain't nobody know the hustle Til' they found out Afro and he's kinda tan a ladies man He makes his beats off pots and pans 'Man i'm a fan of that young man with a Grin on his face and his mic in his hands' Like, me and dahm san, sensei your boo thing Take a step back boo, you a fruitcake Who knew you back when it was cold out Ice age baby talking broker Than you're broke now Somehow all your savings done broke down Who knew outta pocket dropping would Never make you take a second and stop (Okay) Singing (right) 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 always running late You two used to do the maneuver And now it's running late Cash, cash money bags, all I dream about Music is the avenue You just who the songs about Cash, cash money, babe, got to go It's running late On the grind like all the time Come and join me babe Wow welcome to Constellations, everybody