Tennis (Cash)
D Double U
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Gettin' cash quick Dope burnin' slow bitch bad an she thick I was down bad but I knew that wasn't it Got up in my bag now I'm takin' care of business Smoked so much dope could be a record for Guinness Karma still comin' cus i used to be a menace Back and forth with the plug you would think we playin' tennis In and out the house makin' racket i was grindin' for a tennis You ain't real you should not be in attendance Yea you got a bag but the blues ain't in it Gotta chase the money cus it ain't gone chase you When it started comin' favorite color turned to blue Not a crip or blood i just had to tell the truth No I'm not cappin' when I tell her that she cute She lookin' hella good i know she taste better than the wood I be blowin' more than i should Smokin' all my weed it seem like somebody stole it Stay rollin' up to my lungs where its goin' Goin' so crazy I'm not plannin' on stoppin' Had to come up from the bottom cus the bitches wasn't toppin' Got in my bag like clothes when I'm shopping' Bitch so wet need a sign just fa caution Niggas broke need a sign that say out of order Went an got the benjamins an stacked em like a hoarder Money gettin' longer never gettin' shorter Takin' W's like the end of the 4th quarter Givin' out bars instead of bein' behind em' Out here gettin' money bitches be like Ima find em' Gettin' cash quick Dope burnin' slow bitch bad an she thick I was down bad but I knew that wasn't it Got up in my bag now I'm takin' care of business Smoked so much dope could be a record for Guinness Karma still comin' cus i used to be a menace Back and forth with the plug you would think we playin' tennis In and out the house makin' racket i was grindin' for a tennis Never get tired of smokin' Eyes hella red an they barely open I had to hurry to the money like a bank was closin' Stay talkin' cash pull up hella quick cus i drive hella fast Left the car runnin' I be burnin hella gas Rollin' up runtz an cookies them my favorite I know its hella dope cus it got the white ash I be stayin' clean the money hella dirty Tryna get rich like Philthy before 30 Treat these hoes like the cup Do em' hella dirty Bitches ain't shit they only want you when they thirsty See a nigga drippin' shawty wanna slurp me Can't kiss the hoe but she eat me like a Hershey Smokin' on dope an it taste like candy Won't take a test but the paper you could hand me I was down bad but I never had my handout Haters still watchin' they could see that I'm the man now Hit the bitch once then i left she a fan now Blowin' up my phone shoulda never gave my number out Got so many hoes I don't even know the number now But in my bank account I know the exact amount I'm not feelin' sad but a nigga got the blues Headed to the top an the gang comin' too Gettin' cash quick Dope burnin' slow bitch bad an she thick I was down bad but I knew that wasn't it Got up in my bag now I'm takin' care of business Smoked so much dope could be a record for Guinness Karma still comin' cus i used to be a menace Back and forth with the plug you would think we playin' tennis In and out the house makin' racket i was grindin' for a tennis
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