Cash Rules
Buss a move, Only did it cause i had to
Lil youngins wyling, making meals up out of Fast food
I was cutting at school, we was in the trap too
Even Since then they knew my method man, that Cash rules
CASH RULES
Shawty Call me papi, like champagne (What?)
But Baby Ima stunna Just like Wayne
I got People praying, hoping wishing shit don't ever Change
Like you supposed to get this money just to stay the fucking same (Yea yea)
Call me Lord, since a youngin I been blessed
When the Lord come out the booth, I swear the S up on chest
I'm the Man
I'm the man
Ain't too hard to Understand
Nigga you ain't got no fans
Nigga lying on the gram
I aint ever trust a nigga
I dont even ask for shit
Always knew I'd be a star
I'll rise above the Asterisks
If I throw a chain for me
I Guarantee it Match the wrist
If I'm ever know for something
It's for Holding down my Click
You be all up on my dick, On my balls
Hold up pause
Word is bond
Got this Shit up in my Palms
You can see how I Perform
Whats a king to a pawn
Whats a worker to a don
Gotcha bitch under my Arm
You ain't see her Now we Gone
We ain't trippin, we ain't fall
We just Weathered through the storm
If I get it, I won't lose it
Cause i'll Put my niggas on
And everything I got, is cause got it on my own
This dirty in my styrofoam done got me in my Zone
Going from rags to riches, to bags and bitches, straight baggin bitches, yeah yeah
Niggas got word to Run with the lord
Heard he got a Massive business
Theres bitches around, ya Looking at me
Ya Lookng Mad Suspicious
Yeah
Niggas be Swearing they catch up to me
But they couldn't Match my distance
I Go Mile in minute, Wake up and grind cus I gotta get it
Yea
Till I pop lots of Digits, icounting These bands till it got no limit
Money bags under our eyes, niggas don't get it, don't got a vision (Don't got it)
I don't got time for Bitches, she acting boujee my block could hit it, yeah
I'm like a addict with it
Fuck it bitch, im like a Savage with it, yea
Look at the analytics
Thinking about how I almost failed statistics
Momma knew I was special the very first day when She had a Had a Menace, yeah
That was a few months away (Whys that)
After my dad was sentenced
I got the keys, Younging finessing
Can't be a boss you rolling with peasants
Extra clip long it look like extensions
I put a beam I don't address shit
I don't take losses only the Lessons
I shake the block with only my presence
Dont take attendance still know who aint present
Thats word from the gods a living young Legend
Bust a move
Lil youngins wyling, making meals up out of Fast food
I was cutting at school, we was in the trap too
Even Since then they knew my method man, that Cash rules
CASH RULES
Shawty Call me papi, like champagne (What?)
But Baby Ima stunna Just like Wayne
I got People praying, hoping wishing shit don't ever Change
Like you supposed to get this money just to stay the fucking same (Yea yea)
Call me Lord, since a youngin I been blessed
When the Lord come out the booth, I swear the S up on chest
I'm the Man
I'm the man
Ain't too hard to Understand
Nigga you ain't got no fans
Nigga lying on the gram
I aint ever trust a nigga
I dont even ask for shit
Always knew I'd be a star
I'll rise above the Asterisks
If I throw a chain for me
I Guarantee it Match the wrist
If I'm ever know for something
It's for Holding down my Click
You be all up on my dick, On my balls
Hold up pause
Word is bond
Got this Shit up in my Palms
You can see how I Perform
Whats a king to a pawn
Whats a worker to a don
Gotcha bitch under my Arm
You ain't see her Now we Gone
We ain't trippin, we ain't fall
We just Weathered through the storm
If I get it, I won't lose it
Cause i'll Put my niggas on
And everything I got, is cause got it on my own
This dirty in my styrofoam done got me in my Zone
Going from rags to riches, to bags and bitches, straight baggin bitches, yeah yeah
Niggas got word to Run with the lord
Heard he got a Massive business
Theres bitches around, ya Looking at me
Ya Lookng Mad Suspicious
Yeah
Niggas be Swearing they catch up to me
But they couldn't Match my distance
I Go Mile in minute, Wake up and grind cus I gotta get it
Yea
Till I pop lots of Digits, icounting These bands till it got no limit
Money bags under our eyes, niggas don't get it, don't got a vision (Don't got it)
I don't got time for Bitches, she acting boujee my block could hit it, yeah
I'm like a addict with it
Fuck it bitch, im like a Savage with it, yea
Look at the analytics
Thinking about how I almost failed statistics
Momma knew I was special the very first day when She had a Had a Menace, yeah
That was a few months away (Whys that)
After my dad was sentenced
I got the keys, Younging finessing
Can't be a boss you rolling with peasants
Extra clip long it look like extensions
I put a beam I don't address shit
I don't take losses only the Lessons
I shake the block with only my presence
Dont take attendance still know who aint present
Thats word from the gods a living young Legend
Bust a move
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