Ca$h Rules
Let me be that nigga you call on when he don't gas you
Bread, I got money for all the gas too
He got money I got cash too
But he got twenties I got hunnids you know cash rules
Brag to him, you can't brag to him
That dude ain't got a clue you choosey
Dipped in a Wraith girl I hope he don't lose me
Yea I hope he don't lose me
Wraith girl I hope he don't lose me
Treat you like a princess, you feel like you in movies
Treat you like queen fuck you in a jacuzzi
I heard from all your friends you trynna get to me
Yea you got me bag yea
That nigga so mad yea
He ain't know you was a savage
He ain't know you was a savage
(Ay)
9 to 5 when i'm hungry you bringing my lunch to me
Trydda walk all over you, you pick up and run to me, Yup yup
(Skrt)
Baby, baby my bread is up
When you tyd of all his bullshit call me when your fed is up
I had premonitions of you when I needed love
I know your relationship isn't dead but its dead enough
So imma slide in yuh
If I can't be your main then ill remain your side nigga
Let me be that nigga you call on when he don't gas you
Bread, I got money for all the gas too
He got money I got cash too
But he got twenties I got hunnids you know cash rules
Brag to him, you can't brag to him
That dude ain't got a clue you choosey
Dipped in a Wraith girl I hope he don't lose me
Yea I hope he don't
Yea I hope he don't
Yea I hope he don't
I hope he don't
I hope he don't
I hope he don't
Bread, I got money for all the gas too
He got money I got cash too
But he got twenties I got hunnids you know cash rules
Brag to him, you can't brag to him
That dude ain't got a clue you choosey
Dipped in a Wraith girl I hope he don't lose me
Yea I hope he don't lose me
Wraith girl I hope he don't lose me
Treat you like a princess, you feel like you in movies
Treat you like queen fuck you in a jacuzzi
I heard from all your friends you trynna get to me
Yea you got me bag yea
That nigga so mad yea
He ain't know you was a savage
He ain't know you was a savage
(Ay)
9 to 5 when i'm hungry you bringing my lunch to me
Trydda walk all over you, you pick up and run to me, Yup yup
(Skrt)
Baby, baby my bread is up
When you tyd of all his bullshit call me when your fed is up
I had premonitions of you when I needed love
I know your relationship isn't dead but its dead enough
So imma slide in yuh
If I can't be your main then ill remain your side nigga
Let me be that nigga you call on when he don't gas you
Bread, I got money for all the gas too
He got money I got cash too
But he got twenties I got hunnids you know cash rules
Brag to him, you can't brag to him
That dude ain't got a clue you choosey
Dipped in a Wraith girl I hope he don't lose me
Yea I hope he don't
Yea I hope he don't
Yea I hope he don't
I hope he don't
I hope he don't
I hope he don't
Credits
Writer(s): Khairi Divine Allah
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