Saints Row (feat. Cash Jonny)

Saint's Row, Saint's Row, Saint's Row Saint's Row, Saint's Row, Saint's Row Ballin' on a bitch She say Cash Jonny, "How the f*ck you so rich?" I be steppin' in some Ricks I be lookin' like a lick Nigga, I don't ever quit Nah, it don't never stop Pour a four, I'm sipping Wock Cash got it in stock Nigga, I'm about the guap I'm bout big, big bags Niggas goin' out sad All my diamonds fuckin' dance Niggas hate, I know they mad In the whip I do the dash My fuckin' name's Cash Styrofoam ain't no glass I'm rollin' down Bass Bitch, you know I'm from the V With my nigga G In the land of palm trees Bitches look like, "Who is he?' Bitch, I'm a boss Pockets Rick Ross Pourin' purp, Randy Moss I'ma teach ya how to floss I'ma teach ya how to stunt Pack full of Runtz With some hoes, smokin' blunts Cash causin' cold fronts I'ma cause some damn snow My wrist on glow Me and my niggas ain't gon go The choppa finna blow Leanin' like I'm Fat Joe Syrup got me slow In the coupe, pourin' fos Purp like Saint's Row Saint's Row, Saint's Row, Saint's Row Saint's Row, Saint's Row, Saint's Row Niggas hate it cause I'm on I'm smokin' on strong I got more screens then a Shelf full of bongs I got cash, I feel great My bitch rolled an 8th She like my new song Produced by 808 From the Rio Grande, getting all these bands Your hoe in the coupe saying my car very fast Smoking hella skunk so you know a nigga gassed Pedal to the metal bitch I ain't neva in last Ballin like the pros, Getting all this dough smoking by the O, My cup overflows Your bitch she a hoe gave me sloppy joe Cup with the Wock you know how it goes I don't gotta speak, bitch the money talk I'ma do my dance, do my the money walk Bitch I'm high as f*ck, like Tony Hawk Doing 150 in a Trackhawk Bitch I'm sippin' purp, like some saints Bitch I sippin' purple, like some grapes I wanna get rich like bill gates Whip got the Tex Tex plates