Just for the Cash

Ehm
Can you feel my pain? (Yeah)
Eheh (Laïoung in yo eardrum)
Yeah

Ki-oh
I got a lot, I'm appreciating what I have (Have)
I only cry when I think 'bout the past (Ah-oh)
I pull up in a foreign driving too fast (Skrrt)
They taking pictures, I can see from the flash (Skrrt)
I'm never interested in making no friends (Ah-oh)
My money loyal 'cause it will never end (Ayo)
They want my friendship, but it will never last (Skrrt)
I pull up in a foreign just for the cash

500 thousand, that's never too much
Made that money in a month
Remember they saw me struggle in the slum
Waiting, nobody would come
Sleeping on floors, I was sleeping on tables
In Canada sipping that maple (For real)
That money was smelling like maple (For real)
Now I'm financially stable
They got their hand out they seeing me up
Money is never too much
Hold up, I'm counting it up (Hold up)
Swear that it's never enough (Hold up)
Dripping designer, the car Italiana,
inside you see me and my mans (On dripping designer)
Wanted a Panamera, ended up with a Cayenne (Skrrt)
Cannot complain, because God is great
Imma make more, look at what I made (Bo-woh-woh)
I clean my house, I don't need a maid (No-no-no)
She got it popping, don't need to wait
Told you it's never enough,
when your life is so ruff you will appreciate it
I see my momma, she crying,
she cannot believe that I finally made it, yeah



Credits
Writer(s): Giuseppe Bockarie Consoli
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