GAS MONEY
Fill up the bank, aye
Freeze up my chain, aye
Aye, aye
Money on my mind, mad when it ain't
Fill me up with gas then fill up the bank
Liquidate the cash then freeze up my chain
Like money ain't a thang, mo-money ain't a thang
Aye, aye
I am in my bag
All the problems I had came with a price tag
I got more expenses, put it on my tab
Imma holla right back
Phone call swipe that
My day one dawgs still call just to check on me
They know how it get for me
They just got respect for me
They know I be bread huntin'
On these beats head huntin'
Can't afford to spare nothin'
Niggas might've said somethin'
Rollin' like a rink, heart rolled on my sleeve
I feel disrespected if you tell me what I need
I just put in work, don't do no love unless it's free
I go hard like Kobe 'Bean', 24 ain't guaranteed
Not too much time on my hands
But this watch let me know just how much time I could spend
I lost my mind, should I find it again
And then find out who hid it just so I'd get revenge
Yeah I'm young, but niggas really dyin' where I am
Takin' spirits every time a bullet flyin' and it land
Some niggas used to lock down shooters with a hand
Now they on the block posted with some shooters, they ain't playin'
It's never sweet
Except for all this cake, I'm slicin' every piece
Pass it to my dawgs, Brett Farve, they gon' legend me
Peep my pedigree, Triple H
Holy, holy, holy trinity
You see my energy, that hate a sin to me
Niggas finicky, fickle, off, they don't get near to me
Keep my business brief, been a boss, who go hard on the beat
Only one of me, and the only one that I wanna be
Now what you want from me
Bet it's way more than what you done for me
Livin' comfortably, countin' dollars up while you countin' sheep
Niggas sound asleep and I move silent, they lady peeped
And then later creep, that's TLC, I made her sing
And then later cream, she knows cash rules everything
Cash rules everything around me
Cream, get the money
Dollar dollar bill y'all
Cash rules everything around me
Cream, get the money
Dollar dollar bill y'all
Money on my mind, mad when it ain't
Fill me up with gas then fill up the bank
Liquidate the cash then freeze up my chain
Like money ain't a thang, mo-money ain't a thang
Aye, aye
Freeze up my chain, aye
Aye, aye
Money on my mind, mad when it ain't
Fill me up with gas then fill up the bank
Liquidate the cash then freeze up my chain
Like money ain't a thang, mo-money ain't a thang
Aye, aye
I am in my bag
All the problems I had came with a price tag
I got more expenses, put it on my tab
Imma holla right back
Phone call swipe that
My day one dawgs still call just to check on me
They know how it get for me
They just got respect for me
They know I be bread huntin'
On these beats head huntin'
Can't afford to spare nothin'
Niggas might've said somethin'
Rollin' like a rink, heart rolled on my sleeve
I feel disrespected if you tell me what I need
I just put in work, don't do no love unless it's free
I go hard like Kobe 'Bean', 24 ain't guaranteed
Not too much time on my hands
But this watch let me know just how much time I could spend
I lost my mind, should I find it again
And then find out who hid it just so I'd get revenge
Yeah I'm young, but niggas really dyin' where I am
Takin' spirits every time a bullet flyin' and it land
Some niggas used to lock down shooters with a hand
Now they on the block posted with some shooters, they ain't playin'
It's never sweet
Except for all this cake, I'm slicin' every piece
Pass it to my dawgs, Brett Farve, they gon' legend me
Peep my pedigree, Triple H
Holy, holy, holy trinity
You see my energy, that hate a sin to me
Niggas finicky, fickle, off, they don't get near to me
Keep my business brief, been a boss, who go hard on the beat
Only one of me, and the only one that I wanna be
Now what you want from me
Bet it's way more than what you done for me
Livin' comfortably, countin' dollars up while you countin' sheep
Niggas sound asleep and I move silent, they lady peeped
And then later creep, that's TLC, I made her sing
And then later cream, she knows cash rules everything
Cash rules everything around me
Cream, get the money
Dollar dollar bill y'all
Cash rules everything around me
Cream, get the money
Dollar dollar bill y'all
Money on my mind, mad when it ain't
Fill me up with gas then fill up the bank
Liquidate the cash then freeze up my chain
Like money ain't a thang, mo-money ain't a thang
Aye, aye
Credits
Writer(s): Coby Myles
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