CASH DREAMS

Know I keep that shit in line like a fade Even when she mad she gone put it in my face Bitches like you really only want the finer things She always be cummin' Where we going Pull up to the tropics We gone get it poppin' Baby I got racks now Never need no stylist Let me undress you Set the vibes on auto pilot Sometimes the Don got me feeling like I'm trippin' Pour me up some I think she tryna catch me slippin' She give me that pussy every time With no commitments Could've fucked yo twin but y'all both fine so it ain't no difference Yea Yea You got needs & I got needs too You on yo knees In something see-thru Baby we get geeked That's when you show me you a freak Can't let my heart get too deep But when I do I'm in between I keep this shit in line line a fade Even when she mad she still put it in my face Bitches like you really on want the finer things