Gas Money
Countin' up that cash money, fast money, all up in your ass money
I whip a Tesla, still got gas money
I ain't a bitch, yessir, I keep cash on me
You can get your face smacked if you act funny
Cash money, fast money, I evade tax money
I got dough, bitch, you broke like some glass money
Racked up, I'm the young Johnny Cash Money
Make gas, motherfucker, that's gas money
I think I'm Jack-in-the-Box 'cause I stay up in them buns
And your ex got that box, rated E for everyone
Ooh, damn girl, that's nasty
I hit the spin move when she tried to harass me
Tryin' to live but I'm dodgin' these thots
To the right and the left like I'm playing hopscotch
And I'm counting my bread up, nonstop
Gas money, fuck a stopwatch, shit don't ever stop
Fuck a P.O., fuck a piss test
Y'all racist, stay lovin' incest (fuckin' pussies)
Drive-by, get sprayed with the Windex
'Cause y'all nasty boofin' them cigarettes (woo, ayy)
And it's Gravy, eternally talkin' my shit
Your girl eternally jockin' my dick
And I could die today, but my gang'll stay eternally paid
They'll be countin' up that cash money, fast money, all up in your ass money
I whip a Tesla, still got gas money
I ain't a bitch, yessir, I keep cash on me
You can get your face smacked if you act funny
Cash money, fast money, I evade tax money
I got dough, bitch, you broke like some glass money
Racked up, I'm the young Johnny Cash money
Make gas, motherfucker, that's gas money
I hit the pick-six straight into the endzone (yeah, yeah)
Make your bitch flip, now you in the friendzone (friendzone)
Backshots then she let me drive the Benz home
Hit Atlanta and I'm sellin' out the Benz dome (ayy, ayy)
That's a quickie bag, cop a Jag', Gucci backpack
I'ma flip it fast in the cash like it's Blackjack
I'm the Sammy Davis Jr. Jr. from the Rat Pack
Gravy fuck your bitch and disappear like I'm a Snapchat
That's that gas money
Bitch, I deserve a plaque money, mm
Daddy flapjacks, how I stack money, ayy
Countin' up that cash money, fast money, all up in your ass money
I whip a Tesla, still got gas money
I ain't a bitch, yessir, I keep cash on me
You can get your face smacked if you act funny
Cash money, fast money, I evade tax money
I got dough, bitch, you broke like some glass money
Racked up, I'm the young Johnny Cash money
Make gas, motherfucker, that's gas money
I whip a Tesla, still got gas money
I ain't a bitch, yessir, I keep cash on me
You can get your face smacked if you act funny
Cash money, fast money, I evade tax money
I got dough, bitch, you broke like some glass money
Racked up, I'm the young Johnny Cash Money
Make gas, motherfucker, that's gas money
I think I'm Jack-in-the-Box 'cause I stay up in them buns
And your ex got that box, rated E for everyone
Ooh, damn girl, that's nasty
I hit the spin move when she tried to harass me
Tryin' to live but I'm dodgin' these thots
To the right and the left like I'm playing hopscotch
And I'm counting my bread up, nonstop
Gas money, fuck a stopwatch, shit don't ever stop
Fuck a P.O., fuck a piss test
Y'all racist, stay lovin' incest (fuckin' pussies)
Drive-by, get sprayed with the Windex
'Cause y'all nasty boofin' them cigarettes (woo, ayy)
And it's Gravy, eternally talkin' my shit
Your girl eternally jockin' my dick
And I could die today, but my gang'll stay eternally paid
They'll be countin' up that cash money, fast money, all up in your ass money
I whip a Tesla, still got gas money
I ain't a bitch, yessir, I keep cash on me
You can get your face smacked if you act funny
Cash money, fast money, I evade tax money
I got dough, bitch, you broke like some glass money
Racked up, I'm the young Johnny Cash money
Make gas, motherfucker, that's gas money
I hit the pick-six straight into the endzone (yeah, yeah)
Make your bitch flip, now you in the friendzone (friendzone)
Backshots then she let me drive the Benz home
Hit Atlanta and I'm sellin' out the Benz dome (ayy, ayy)
That's a quickie bag, cop a Jag', Gucci backpack
I'ma flip it fast in the cash like it's Blackjack
I'm the Sammy Davis Jr. Jr. from the Rat Pack
Gravy fuck your bitch and disappear like I'm a Snapchat
That's that gas money
Bitch, I deserve a plaque money, mm
Daddy flapjacks, how I stack money, ayy
Countin' up that cash money, fast money, all up in your ass money
I whip a Tesla, still got gas money
I ain't a bitch, yessir, I keep cash on me
You can get your face smacked if you act funny
Cash money, fast money, I evade tax money
I got dough, bitch, you broke like some glass money
Racked up, I'm the young Johnny Cash money
Make gas, motherfucker, that's gas money
Credits
Writer(s): Matthew Engels, Matthew Alan Crabtree, Matthew Hauri, Zach Zurn
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