Ca$h

Let's get to the fuckin' bands, mann Let's get this cash Your girl a hoe All she wanna do is smash Got the money counters, yeah I'ma count it so fast Hundred K on the whip, yeah. It's a digi dash I don't wanna hear shit, man It's fuckin' trash Found a girl who gon' suck it like she ash Cash Fake ID I be in the club. Got her shakin' ass Going 200 in the whip. I might crash Pussy from the dealership His tires I might slash Hit her from the back Now she got fuckin' whiplash Ballin' like I'm in the NBA Feel like I'm Nash He like Walter White He just cooked up another batch She be calling too much, man I think she attached She be tryna buy some clothes that goddamn match Can't do that cause I wear designer mismatch I can't be beat cause I'm just unmatched I was cheating in school just so I could fuckin' pass Ain't a fiend but I smoke kush by the mass She said, what I'm sippin? I got crown in this fuckin' glass I'ma take her on a trip Yeah, we fuckin' in France She be fuckin' on me Man you ain't got a chance Pinky ring shine so bright It gon' put you in a trance I'ma buy it in full Don't need a finance Got some whips and they all fuckin' black on black Six a.m. in her room Wanna f*ck to my tracks Still can't believe I made it Yeah, I'm making all these racks If they tryna get me, best believe I keep that strap Making music got me rich. Man, I didn't even trap