Lyrics:
[Chorus: Noke D]
I'm talking cash, nigga
Gripping grain, swanging lanes
We talking cash, nigga
Candy paint on all them Range
We talking cash
When I die, I'm gone go in fashion, guns blasting
Cash inside coffins, memories get lost when you die
The legacy is eye for an eye
But overall I will
(whatever, man)
I got the sweetest heist, million in cash, another three in ice
Who can I trust? Cuban'll bust plus get beef tonight
Here's the plan
tickets up in the West
I know you want to touch us 'cause at the clubs you ladies rush us
'Cause we're all about our cash, luxury livin' and hoes love
réduire en purée
Tu sais pas qui je suis, Google-moi enculé
Tu veux prendre des risques, tu veux faire du cash?
Faire dans l'illicite, avoir de grosses
You think you gotta keep me iced (You don't)
You think I'm gonna spend your cash (I won't)
Even if you were broke
My love don't cost a thing
You think you gotta keep me iced (You don't)
You think I'm gonna spend your cash (I won't)
Even if you were broke
My love don't cost a thing
brand new
Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-do that dance
Ooh god damn
Who that man
I'm feelin' brand new
Cash money
Cash money
I'm talkin real cash money
the container
We spend cash for entertainment
There's more where that came from, that's all I'm sayin'
It's me and you and we makin' arrangements
It's you
the jungle just for my swag
Straight to my bank, I don't get it in cash
Hit at your mans and I switch out my mag
Y'all niggas ain't catchin' up with me,
niggas that done killed the guys?
And you tried to suck my dick, called me a liar
I don't give your ass no cash, I just get you high
You a Thotiana,
Saturday, Sunday he got cash to play
Monday come his pockets full of lent
Can you be honest? Can you be true?
Anybody straight up? Lie on cue
Anybody
You wanna see some a**
I wanna see some cash
Keep them dollars comin'
And that's gonna make me dance
And that's gonna make me dance
And that's gonna
Young Dro
Y'all already know what it is when I'm on that Ecstasy
Who dis is? Grand Hustle? Aye let's do it nigga
All we make is cash, straight
off of the clock (off the clock)
Bhad Bhabie got these bitches bustin' for cash (cash)
Do the dash, try to play me, bitch, I'm bustin' yo' ass
chips, an' cash, yeah
She don't work but I know she work for dat
Buda, bang, bang, bang, bang
Jus so di gyal flex
Real gold digga it nuh mek sense
just in case these niggas stangin' (yeah)
I'm scrapped, bitch don't trip, 'cause I'm equipped with that pistol grip (cash out)
Used to sip red, now
My Amex and Mastercards
I got new money
And it's all cash
I got new bags
And they all collabs
I rubber band a bunch of thousand dollar Delta
or a Johnny Cash
Somebody chewing baccer and whipping ass
I need a preacher, I need a savior, how about y'all?
Can I get an outlaw?
Let me get a outlaw
else I'd rather be
Than with you
Yeah, than with you
You run the streets, you getting cash
You livin' life, you spend it fast
I say you run
get your ass finished (bitch)
I got big Benjamin (yeah), call me Mr. Benny (yeah)
I got too many (hahahahaha) (cash)
Money, cash, hoes, I got too
some cash for you, girl, you already know
On God, on God, in another dimension
Bitch been at a bingin' of another triple mentions
Addicted to your
on it (Wait on it)
VVS diamond drippin' over my T-shirt
Reach for it, I'ma put your face on it
Rolls Royce truck on the way, cashed out for it (Cash
I'm buyin' 'em (when I'm buyin' 'em)
I'ma need a whole hunnid when I'm buyin' 'em (straight cash)
I'ma need a whole truckload when I'm buyin' 'em
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