Sike (feat. Derek)
Jay Cash
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Yeah, Yeah Yeah, Yeah Jay Cashhh There she go There she go Na she movin to slow You ain’t know she a hoe She prolly fucked on my bro You gotta grow Let her go Let her come to my show She give me head on the road Got me hitting the woah (Woah woah) You can see all my diamonds u don’t need to hit zoom And it smell like the money when i leave the room We ain’t sing-ing no notes but we still in the tune Shit i think that i’m late i’m supposed to be there at noon But they ain’t know nothing bout us That’s why they all gonna doubt us I got like 50 new bitches and they ain’t leaving without us They got me screaming and shoutin I know these bitches be wildin I take em all to an island They put they phones on the silent It’s like a meeting with clients I’m new york like the giants Got so many new zeros it’s like i’m missing assignments I treat my money so good I dress it up in designer I might buy me a panda so i can feel like designer Got lil shawty goin back like she in a recliner She mix the red and the gold Call her my 49er I walk around with a pencil Like these females with liner And i still pulled it all even when i was a minor There’s no more eating at diners Who knew that cashflow would sign us But yeah the past is behind us And now the stars is aligning It’s like we digging for gold but we done past all the mining I done me bought me 3 watches so i can f*ck up the timing I be painting a picture but i skip past all the priming Yeah all red interior put the black for the lining I be making this money off of simply just rhyming Yeah my chains inter-twining I had to switch up the diamonds Got some cartier frames just to cover my eye-lids I need me a wraith I can donate to my kids I bought me a wraith straight out of the spy kids prolly gonna crash it down in the tro-pics (Jay Cashhh) Psyched out My mind Get me out of this house Okay Rewind to find Ways to get me about I like Parties and flirting Wit the girls on the couch They take molly They hoping we don’t Figure it out I want groupies With powder All over they snouts I need an hour Before we f*ck again Issa drought She scream lowder Than 808s Jumping around I need power They play the Kanye West for the crowd I want my niggas around I hope a make a million dollars Off this rap shit Keep a couple hundreds in my pants Go to saks 5th Go and have a foursome I just hit a hat trick I could never kick it wit you squares I ain’t Patrick I remember flipping weed Smoking out the pack shit I remember flipping Summersaults into backflips I remember flipping Grip tape couldn’t scratch this Flipping Like we left a couple Stains on the Mattress Catniss looking bitch Come and gimme cat scan Actress wit the shits Always working on cam Stage left Stage right How she twerking God damn Take 5 On break Just to do a few xans If ya nigga at the club But you in the crib You need to get with the gang Show you how we live CashFlow fucking up like Come get these kids Man tell them niggas show me what my weakness is If ya nigga at the club But you in the crib You need to get with the gang Show you how we live CashFlow fucking up like Come get these kids Man tell them niggas show me what my weakness is
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