Cash on Deck

Roll up, hop out
Lift my shirt up, glock out

I got
Cash on deck
On deck
On deck
These hoes turn to check
To check
To check
Ya'll gon' hurt yo neck
Yo neck
Yo neck
Fuck yo disrespect
Respect
Respect

Took my homies to the jeweler man I had to do it
Don't ask me why but it was therapeutic
Like some motherfucking gangster music
And it's going down like I tied an anchor to it
Money coming in like everyday
Money coming in in many ways
Make a bitch land in Saint-Tropez
And remove that crack from her underwear yeah
All these fuckers think they hustling
But all I hear is mumbling
I'm inside your property but ya'll don't even hear the rustling
See you and some bitch you cuddling
Got me cringing and shuddering
Just got done screwing the muffler in
And like I got no rubber on, I'm coming in
I did not want to resort to this
But I've had dollars turn into contortionists
You don't wanna know how I stretched them bitch
And you don't want me to get reckless bitch
Just point me to the necklaces
Wait better yet go fetch the shit
I don't care how much you treasure it
Just shut the fuck up and get the shit

I just left
1 watch, 2 rings and 2 necklaces
Now I got my dawgs trying to sell that shit
For that I'll probly give em 10 percent
Yeah yeah

I got
Cash on deck
On deck
On deck
These hoes turn to check
To check
To check
Ya'll gon' hurt yo neck
Yo neck
Yo neck
Fuck yo disrespect
Respect
Respect

I'm talking 24's on a Lamborghini
That shit rub me right like a fucking genie
Suspension lower than your granny's titties
Not the best description but it's looking pretty
I'm not the kind of guy you can advise dude
I will always end up doing what I like to
Guns get hungry when we ride by you
Turn a fucking drive-by into a drive-thru
All these fuckers ain't shit to me
I see through these fuckers like glycerine
See the pussy in these fuckers it's glistening
Eat em up rinse my mouth with Listerine
Money talks but yours is whispering
Cut the call, these dudes tryna listen in
Bitch you know I get it in
I do anything for a Benjamin
Better get me my portion bitch
Or we resorting to extortion bitch
No PS4 no pausing bitch
So proceed with caution bitch
Ay I feel like ya needa know something
Never let a motherfucker hold something
Cause one day that fucker gonna owe something
And then act like he wasn't told nothing

Then whats left?
His watch, his rings and his necklaces
Now you got yo friends trying to sell that shit
For that you gotta give em a percent

Yeah yeah

I got
Cash on deck
On deck
On deck
These hoes turn to check
To check
To check
Ya'll gon' hurt yo neck
Yo neck
Yo neck
Fuck yo disrespect
Respect
Respect

Roll up, hop out
Lift my shirt up, glock out

I got



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Writer(s): Riaz Carter
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