Cash Rules
Let me be that nigga you call on when he don't gas you
Bet 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 a queen, fuck you in a jacuzzi
I heard from all your friends you trynna get to me
Yea you got me in my bag yea
That nigga so mad yea
He ain't know you was a savage
He ain't know you was a savage
9 to 5s when I'm hungry you bringing my lunch to me
Try to walk all over you, you pick up and you run to me
Yup yup
Baby baby my bread is up
When you tired 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 it's dead enough
So imma slide in, yuh
If I can't be your main then I'll remain your side nigga
Let me be that nigga you call on when he don't gas you
Bet 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
I hope he don't lose me
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
Bet 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 a queen, fuck you in a jacuzzi
I heard from all your friends you trynna get to me
Yea you got me in my bag yea
That nigga so mad yea
He ain't know you was a savage
He ain't know you was a savage
9 to 5s when I'm hungry you bringing my lunch to me
Try to walk all over you, you pick up and you run to me
Yup yup
Baby baby my bread is up
When you tired 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 it's dead enough
So imma slide in, yuh
If I can't be your main then I'll remain your side nigga
Let me be that nigga you call on when he don't gas you
Bet 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
I hope he don't lose me
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
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Writer(s): Khairi Divine Allah
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