Cash
They want me to go get that cash
They want me to go bring it back
They want me to break it off too
But I ain't going to have none of that
They want me to go get that cash
They want me to go bring it back
They want me to break it off too
But I ain't going to have none of that
They want me to go get that cash
They want me to go bring it back
They want me to break it off too
But I ain't going to have none of that
(Yeahs)
Tell me how you want it
I got the fund, got the money, economics
I got codes to the bank
Riding in a full tank and my nigga in back
With a semi and a shank (God damn)
It's a mother fucking take over
I'll fly to your city with no layover
Everybody party wake up to a hangover
I'm just trying to buy my momma a crib with a Range Rover (Ugh)
Get back, stay woke
All about my money never wanna be broke
Champagne bottle poppin' celebrate a toast
Eddie Rockwell fly coast to coast
And I'm on that shit
Bitch I'm on your bitch
This ain't mine but she jumped on quick
Your girl be on, steady on my dick
She said "how much more?"
Said half a brick
I be like (Aye)
Go get that cash
Go get that money babe
Go get that cash
I'll be on point baby
Go get that cash
No one control me babe
Go get that cash
Talk about a lesson
I gotta address it
Everybody wanna talk
Talk to my Smith and Wesson
I got the weapons
I'll be counting all my blessings
After what I been through
Look look at my progression (Aye)
Don't play
& I'm on my shit today
Get it how I live it
I be minding my business
But I still make you feel some way
I ain't gotta worry bout the gossip
They be on that bullshit like Rodman
Niggas talk way more than bitches these days
Like who I'm fucking now niggas that's nonsense (Yeah)
They want me to go get that cash
They want me to go bring it back (I swear on everything like)
They want me to break it off too (That's we on these days man)
But I ain't going to have non of that
They want me to go get that cash
They want me to go bring it back
They want me to break it off too
But I ain't going to have non of that
They want me to go get that cash
They want me to go bring it back
They want me to break it off too
But I ain't going to have non of that
(Yeah, like)
I feel like I'm on the edge
I feel like I'm getting better instead
I feel my circle got smaller my numbers got taller
So don't be asking for a piece of my bread
What you see is what what you get
Living life with no regrets, I don't mean to disrespect
I trust nobody, that's why, aye, like hold up
I love girls who getting that bag money
Gotta test it out baby like a crash dummy
She be looking at me like
That's funny, me & Fabiola down in Puerto Rico
Looking for a bad bunny (Like)
Ah man
Who the man?
Rockwell go in, go ham
Ya'll take Prozac, my bad
While I swing down like Tarzan
I be like
Go get that cash
Go get that money babe
Go get that cash
I'll be on point baby
Go get that cash
No one control me babe
Go get that cash
Talk about a lesson
I gotta address it
Everybody wanna talk
Talk to my Smith and Wesson
I got the weapons
I'll be counting all my blessings
After what I been through
Look a look at my progression (Aye)
Yeah
Look at my
Look look at my progression (Aye)
Yeah
Look at my
They want me to go bring it back
They want me to break it off too
But I ain't going to have none of that
They want me to go get that cash
They want me to go bring it back
They want me to break it off too
But I ain't going to have none of that
They want me to go get that cash
They want me to go bring it back
They want me to break it off too
But I ain't going to have none of that
(Yeahs)
Tell me how you want it
I got the fund, got the money, economics
I got codes to the bank
Riding in a full tank and my nigga in back
With a semi and a shank (God damn)
It's a mother fucking take over
I'll fly to your city with no layover
Everybody party wake up to a hangover
I'm just trying to buy my momma a crib with a Range Rover (Ugh)
Get back, stay woke
All about my money never wanna be broke
Champagne bottle poppin' celebrate a toast
Eddie Rockwell fly coast to coast
And I'm on that shit
Bitch I'm on your bitch
This ain't mine but she jumped on quick
Your girl be on, steady on my dick
She said "how much more?"
Said half a brick
I be like (Aye)
Go get that cash
Go get that money babe
Go get that cash
I'll be on point baby
Go get that cash
No one control me babe
Go get that cash
Talk about a lesson
I gotta address it
Everybody wanna talk
Talk to my Smith and Wesson
I got the weapons
I'll be counting all my blessings
After what I been through
Look look at my progression (Aye)
Don't play
& I'm on my shit today
Get it how I live it
I be minding my business
But I still make you feel some way
I ain't gotta worry bout the gossip
They be on that bullshit like Rodman
Niggas talk way more than bitches these days
Like who I'm fucking now niggas that's nonsense (Yeah)
They want me to go get that cash
They want me to go bring it back (I swear on everything like)
They want me to break it off too (That's we on these days man)
But I ain't going to have non of that
They want me to go get that cash
They want me to go bring it back
They want me to break it off too
But I ain't going to have non of that
They want me to go get that cash
They want me to go bring it back
They want me to break it off too
But I ain't going to have non of that
(Yeah, like)
I feel like I'm on the edge
I feel like I'm getting better instead
I feel my circle got smaller my numbers got taller
So don't be asking for a piece of my bread
What you see is what what you get
Living life with no regrets, I don't mean to disrespect
I trust nobody, that's why, aye, like hold up
I love girls who getting that bag money
Gotta test it out baby like a crash dummy
She be looking at me like
That's funny, me & Fabiola down in Puerto Rico
Looking for a bad bunny (Like)
Ah man
Who the man?
Rockwell go in, go ham
Ya'll take Prozac, my bad
While I swing down like Tarzan
I be like
Go get that cash
Go get that money babe
Go get that cash
I'll be on point baby
Go get that cash
No one control me babe
Go get that cash
Talk about a lesson
I gotta address it
Everybody wanna talk
Talk to my Smith and Wesson
I got the weapons
I'll be counting all my blessings
After what I been through
Look a look at my progression (Aye)
Yeah
Look at my
Look look at my progression (Aye)
Yeah
Look at my
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