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the dash
We getting the money, we getting it fast
Kiss me up, ain't giving no pass
We rolling up woods, sending stuff with the gas
Shit by air, they know we

Foot on the gas
Memories in my pocket
Keys on the dash and
Now I just look back and laugh
Now I just, now I just look back and laugh
Foot on the gas

When The Smoke Clears 	

		Written & Produced by Johnnie B. Marshall, Jr. & Gregory J. Scott II


Verse:		Life is like a rainy day, can’t keep from

ye, 200 dash
12 in cash, potatoes are mashed, dash dash dash

Never cook, clean, or take flights
But im a pro at lie, scam, and gaslight
There were 5

run up the cash
I hit the banks and then I hit the dash
I clear the checks then I'm counting my cash
Monday through Sunday I do it again
Monday through

bubbles

Sliding with that heat on the seat, and we gone clear it out
Do the dash you know I'm on E, so ima change the route

Pauperize, we don't do photos

Getting mine
Having mine
Regular peeps
Be acting suprised
And that's nice
I've seen it now
It's so clear
Brighter than the evening sky
Finna take it

Making moves with them bucks yeah
I been peeping people watching steady taking notes
The shit is clear that niggas ain't on shit
But tryna be like us yeah

car, put two hundred on the dash for me? (Skrrt)
Talk about who I smashed, can you put that shit in the past for me, baby?
(Baby, baby, baby, yeah)

round
Jet engine sound, it's about to go down
Unaffected by the gameplay
I'm headed for a payday
Kicking in the teeth, RIPs to the frame rate
I'm draining

nothing else
I count them racks up by myself
1 MoneyHimself I got it on me
I po' my pain in sodas like my kidney hurt, I'll never show it
Top vert

Gon get it twisted
I need to unwind my heart been broke I just need to clear up my mental
I promise I'm fine it feel like I'm lying I just need a pad

in the whip
Doing the dash
She asked me if i’m paying by card
Nah bitch i’m paying with cash
She knows i got money
So she fucked me for a price
Right

chips
Cause I'm just worried about the money it is what it is
Time flies by
I hope these demons leave tonight
Don't cry
You just need to clear your mind

[Hook: Mary J. Blige]
E-ve-ry-day, You know you gotta hustle baby
You can't knock the hustle ba-by
E-ve-ry-day, You know you gotta hustle baby
You

[Hook: Mary J. Blige]
E-ve-ry-day, You know you gotta hustle baby
You can't knock the hustle ba-by
E-ve-ry-day, You know you gotta hustle baby
You

pull up with all them ounce bags 
Like the trash man 
So much gas up in the car 
Boy you gon' need a gas mask 
Someone beep me 911 
I'm on the dash like

Another day I'm just trynna maintain
High-C came over with some hydro plane
He said the meds will clear up the awful pain
And it really did sent me

Shining rays they light the Earth like they always do
Times of pain and life and birth no exception for you
Welcomed by the only truly smiling face

Posted on the block in girbauds with a hundred
In a push start all I do is push a button
Do the dash off some drank hurting my stomach
All these opps but

I’m boutta drive by
Drip out the store
Diamonds wet- waterproof
Bitch disapprove, riding low drop the roof
Put a 4-0 in my drawer
Ice bussdown, clear

Been looking around
It ain't too many winners here
L after L n it get sicker every year
Head ringing bells
Like I been sippin ever clear
Fumbling

fucking life
I know I could go anywhere but I just stay here
And sometimes I wish you we're still my wife
But I'm shrouded by the fog I just can't see clear

Warmest hearts turned cold
I done seen where it led
People want to do you bold

They say who's this, Miss dash keep these niggas clueless
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