Cash Cow

Tryna stack that cheese So I can put a Cartie on my wrist Celine shades I can't even see thru da tint When I take off with dat deal Come on you can take a pic You can hate you can laugh I can pay yo momma rent In the Stu back to back I'm tryna make a hit Polo on da tee Come on you can check da fit Yeezys on da feet Tryin not to trip Make dem boys beat dey feet When dey send uh blitz Dis ain't football I'm in da field wit no cleats Tryin not to slip Pass the ball watch me get to the T Without getting hit 2K hit for dat BOA Now he tryna hit da mall And go and spin Two of us on on da track Back to back It's a hit R3 in da back shootin a vid While we wild out Hit my dog on da gram And told em bring da rods out Fast foreign cars out da poles When we slide out Brody he not tryna talk He said pull up to his trap house Fell in love with making cheese Turned me to a cash cow Fell in love with making cheese Turned me to a cash cow Fell in love with making cheese Turned me to a cash cow Fell in love with making cheese Turned me to a cash cow Tryna stack dat pape Bigger den bow wow When I hit dat one block All they heard was pow pow Anything with dat pape Make em bow down When they know my name Ima flood da city bring dem racks out Screaming free lil racks Six months in He ain't never back down Screaming close dat back doe I can't get snaked by no clown And I'm steady screaming Turn me up They can't turn me down You ain't rocking with da mob You can't come around Fell in love with making cheese Turned me to a cash cow Fell in love with making cheese Turned me to a cash cow Fell in love with making cheese Turned me to a cash cow