V-Style 1: Cash Flow (feat. Valid)

Yeah Yeah

Yeah Yeah

Bitch

Get to the cash like Al Capone
Don't call my phone bitch leave me alone
I'm smoking that gas and you know that it's strong
I'm bussin these traps not over the phone
Come in ya home I'm bussin ya dome
Stealing my flow I guess you my clone
Fuck on ya bitch man that pussy be gone
With the head on a youngin I move like I'm grown
Bands in my hand I just made from a scam
Roll up a wood 3 or 4 grams
Fuckin this model I met off the gram
She bust it open for 2 or 3 grand
Juug and finnessing man Dan got the plan
I'm not flexing I'm really just saying
Niggas hating now they really a fan
Niggas hating now they really a fan

Yeah
Niggas hating becoming fans
Niggas hating becoming fans

What
Yeah
Niggas hating becoming fans

Yeah yeah ayyeee ayyeee ayyeee

Need a steady cash flow Before I bag a bad hoe
Come in through the back door
Bust in like I'm Rambo
This a flow you can't hold
Glocks and them extendos
No my niggas won't fold we 10 toes to the death of us nigga

Flexin up like I'm a wrestler nigga
Niggas keep hating my pockets get bigger
Ice on my neck and I might just get sicker
Whippin the pot now they calling me flipper
Water my diamonds they starting to ripple
Dump in the coochie and she say it tickle
Call up ya bitch and she eating my pickle

My bitch is a dime ya bitch is a nickel
You is a bitch and the niggas that's with you
Squeezing this glock and I aim at his temple
Popped this nigga like a pimple
He aint breathing that simple
Get to the cash that's really my mental

Bitch



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Writer(s): Vladimyr Guerrier
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