C.A.G.M.N.

Yeah, alright Yeah, alright, alright Project X I'm a cash addict, gettin' money nigga, all I want is paper Jumped up in that water, now I'm swimmin' with them sharks and gators My bitch sweet like candy, I don't know if I'll eat now or later F*ck her once, now she a star You could say I fuckin' made her On my block, I'm like the greatest Countin' racks, I still ain't made it Fake love slowly fading Trap on go, you know it's never vacant Number one its in the makin Love when she be gettin' naked Face up in the pillow, nigga, I don't know if she can take it F*ck me like you miss me, baby F*ck me like we makin' porn I been what you missin' baby When I'm gone, I know you bored Sorry, I been missin', baby On the road, I'm tryna score Hate that you get less of me But when I'm up, I'll give you more Brodie off that pill, he get no f*ck, his heart got no remorse High as hell, he quick to crash on opps like he be ridin' Porsche Let them say it's smoke We treat him like a blunt that's lit with torch In my circle, niggas silent, move by code like we know morse Runnin up them hunnids, on this side we don't do politics We them niggas you gon' see and really want no problems with We them niggas really havin Really, we be poppin' shit Y'all them niggas postin' up them sticks, but really popped as shit I'ma cash addict, gettin' money nigga, all I want is paper Jumped up in that water now I'm swimmin' with them sharks and gators My bitch sweet like candy, I don't know if I'll eat now or later F*ck her once, now she a star, you could say I fuckin' made her On my block, I'm like the greatest Countin' racks, I still ain't made it Fake love slowly fading Trap on go, you know it's never vacant Number one it's in the makin Love when she be gettin' naked Face up in the pillow, nigga, I don't know if she can take it Heard him dissin' on my dog so it ain't strange he end up missin Took his bitch while he wasn't lookin, that's why he can't stop the bitchin Pockets full of blue, no, I ain't reppin but they steady crippin Let me smoke my eighthy to the face while she been steady sippin Every time I'm walkin' through the mall I'm smellin' like the trap I can't leave without my stash cause I be sellin' out of pack I ain't tryna f*ck unless this lil' bitch tryna throw it back And if she f*ck me good, then f*ck it I'ma have to throw a rack Brother on my side, love him to death cause that's my right hand Pistol in my left, I left the Mac up on the nightstand I'm just tryna f*ck, this ain't no love, I ain't the right man Don't like my money touch, shit not even buy the white man I'ma cash addict, gettin' money nigga, all I want is paper Jumped up in that water, now I'm swimmin' with them sharks and gators My bitch sweet like candy I don't know if I'll eat now or later F*ck her once, now she a star You could say I fuckin' made her On my block, I'm like the greatest Countin' racks, I still ain't made it Fake love slowly fading Trap on go, you know it's never vacant Number one it's in the makin Love when she be gettin' naked Face up in the pillow, nigga, I don't know if she can take it