I Got It Cash
I can't do shit wit lil baby ass contracts
They want me to sign an advance
I walk in the office
I won't take my shades off for shit
I ain't shaking no hands
Bitch roll me a blunt
I ain't tucking my pistol
I gotta go make me some cash
You don't want me robbing and killing and stealing
Then y'all gotta make me some bands
I pull up and park it and spark it
The whip drive itself so I walk up and blast
What's on my feet a mclaren
I need a Camero
Stand up in the motor bust the dash
Feet on the table
I'm smoking that gas in the meeting
Like I don't have time for appearances
Niggas is weirdos
They bitch is a zero
They smoke that shit down to the glass
These nigga speak English
They not talking money
I guess I just don't understand
Cuz yea it's impressive to flex on a bitch by a whip
Take a pic for the gram
But what's more impressive
The cameras cut off
And I really hop in it dash
With that being said
Yea the bitch you took pictures with
Yea I just got her to smash
Yea you spent the check
I just bought her McDonald's
And picked up a couple of bags
Fore I crack the seal
That bitch already sold
I just told em to Gimmie the slab
I can't do a discount
Can't cut any deals
All y'all lil niggas getting the tax
I'm papping y'all up
Yea I'm slapping y'all up
Yea I'm putting the tape on the tag
Yea I got it cash
I got it cash
I got it cash
I got it cash
I got it cash
I got it cash
I got it cash
I got it cash
I got it cash
I got it cash
I got it cash
I got it cash
I got it cash
I got it cash
I got it cash
I got it cash
I'm not doin no features
Can't kick it wit rats
I can't have no damn Snakes in the lab
I'm smoking that Keisha K'aior so we Gucci man
Keep that weak shit in the back
I heard your verse
It don't sound like the Beatles
I swear that bitch don't even Slap
How you gon tell me that you not gon pay me to do it
But want me to cap
I hit that bitch once and told her don't don't call me
But now this bitch won't even stop
And I got a problem
You come to my trap
If you don't want this smoke
Then bitch you better shop
These hoes outta pocket
They say that if my prices don't drop
Then they calling the cops
These hoes outta pocket
They say if my prices don't drop
Then they calling the cops
12
Yea I got it cash
I got it cash
I got it cash
I got it cash
I got it cash
I got it cash
I got it cash
I got it cash
I got it cash
I got it cash
I got it cash
I got it cash
I got it cash
I got it cash
I got it cash
I got it cash
Deadass
They want me to sign an advance
I walk in the office
I won't take my shades off for shit
I ain't shaking no hands
Bitch roll me a blunt
I ain't tucking my pistol
I gotta go make me some cash
You don't want me robbing and killing and stealing
Then y'all gotta make me some bands
I pull up and park it and spark it
The whip drive itself so I walk up and blast
What's on my feet a mclaren
I need a Camero
Stand up in the motor bust the dash
Feet on the table
I'm smoking that gas in the meeting
Like I don't have time for appearances
Niggas is weirdos
They bitch is a zero
They smoke that shit down to the glass
These nigga speak English
They not talking money
I guess I just don't understand
Cuz yea it's impressive to flex on a bitch by a whip
Take a pic for the gram
But what's more impressive
The cameras cut off
And I really hop in it dash
With that being said
Yea the bitch you took pictures with
Yea I just got her to smash
Yea you spent the check
I just bought her McDonald's
And picked up a couple of bags
Fore I crack the seal
That bitch already sold
I just told em to Gimmie the slab
I can't do a discount
Can't cut any deals
All y'all lil niggas getting the tax
I'm papping y'all up
Yea I'm slapping y'all up
Yea I'm putting the tape on the tag
Yea I got it cash
I got it cash
I got it cash
I got it cash
I got it cash
I got it cash
I got it cash
I got it cash
I got it cash
I got it cash
I got it cash
I got it cash
I got it cash
I got it cash
I got it cash
I got it cash
I'm not doin no features
Can't kick it wit rats
I can't have no damn Snakes in the lab
I'm smoking that Keisha K'aior so we Gucci man
Keep that weak shit in the back
I heard your verse
It don't sound like the Beatles
I swear that bitch don't even Slap
How you gon tell me that you not gon pay me to do it
But want me to cap
I hit that bitch once and told her don't don't call me
But now this bitch won't even stop
And I got a problem
You come to my trap
If you don't want this smoke
Then bitch you better shop
These hoes outta pocket
They say that if my prices don't drop
Then they calling the cops
These hoes outta pocket
They say if my prices don't drop
Then they calling the cops
12
Yea I got it cash
I got it cash
I got it cash
I got it cash
I got it cash
I got it cash
I got it cash
I got it cash
I got it cash
I got it cash
I got it cash
I got it cash
I got it cash
I got it cash
I got it cash
I got it cash
Deadass
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Writer(s): Eric Alexander
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