Him Duncan

Cash bitches cash bitches cash bitches cash Counting up this paper finna lock it in the stash Cash bitches cash bitches cash bitches cash I let her count the money as I throw it on the ass Cash bitches cash bitches cash bitches cash Catch at my addy we gunna drag you through the ave Cash bitches cash bitches cash bitches cash We put em in a blunt and turned his homies into ash Touching all this poison ivy nigga got a rash Got to stack it fore I crash hundred fifty on the dash Foot up on the gas so I live my life too fast All these bitches smash or pass smash then pass them to the gang Nigga what's your name? what's your set and what you claim? where's ya lane? Where you staying? put in pain go hit a stain Put the question to your brain don't be pussy get to flame It's no shame to get revenge cause them niggas do the same If you stressed then mary jane to the brain do the trick While you layed up with a trick she doing tricks all on the dick Extended clip for that paper we gone rip Get the chicken we gon dip British stack it with the chips Making flip after flip like a flipper when it swim And my wrist it always swim on the bowl above the rim Not the gym but we dunking em like Tim Hold on Long shot I took the harder way like Tim Check up on the gang & we gon check up on ya chin Check up on in the dark he make it light that nigga yin Bitch is cinnamon her apple jack my minute man My bro told me pop him it ain't take a minute man Racing whipping man and the wraith is tinted man It ain't lemon scented and you know this shit ain't rented man Niggas bitches fam and these niggas bitches fans Got me cooling and I'm ruling bitch you know I'm kinging man All this dick I'm slingin man got these bitches singing man It's a wrap when I be rapping know they skin is chilling man (This shit easy Chino)