Cash
100 on the dash praying that I won't crash
Won't ask me how I'm doing but you ask me for some cash
I hate reminiscing ima leave it in the past
A shark in the water looking for my next catch
I only feel good when I'm rolling in cash
I feel like everybody only focus on my ass
If it ain't about the money then I make this shit fast
Hiding all my fears in the form of a bag
So i gotta make it last
Keep my head high they can't catch me on the low
I really love the opps cuz they keep me on my toes
Dior to the floor is the shit we adore
My nickname is metro cause I want some more
Burn all your feelings until it is ash
If I ever go broke then its back to the dash
She asked if I'm drunk cuz I'm moving too fast
But I hide all my fears in a form of a bag
So i gotta make it last
I be on my own like I know I'm pose to be
We don't even talk cuz I know she for the streets
I can feel the hate and I know they envy me
Talk to me nice bitch I'm balling mvp
Another off night so I'm rocking off white
Essential her hoodie she no longer moody
Back to the start where I gave it my all
I adore her so much so I gave her Dior
Now that ass on the floor
Patek Phillips got me froze in the art
Hop in the car bitch we going to mars
Jet to the west just to get from my ex
Tell me what's next if I go take this check
They calling me bro like I don't see the tech
All in my face baby girl we just met
You hide all your fears in a form of a bag
So you gotta make it last.
Won't ask me how I'm doing but you ask me for some cash
I hate reminiscing ima leave it in the past
A shark in the water looking for my next catch
I only feel good when I'm rolling in cash
I feel like everybody only focus on my ass
If it ain't about the money then I make this shit fast
Hiding all my fears in the form of a bag
So i gotta make it last
Keep my head high they can't catch me on the low
I really love the opps cuz they keep me on my toes
Dior to the floor is the shit we adore
My nickname is metro cause I want some more
Burn all your feelings until it is ash
If I ever go broke then its back to the dash
She asked if I'm drunk cuz I'm moving too fast
But I hide all my fears in a form of a bag
So i gotta make it last
I be on my own like I know I'm pose to be
We don't even talk cuz I know she for the streets
I can feel the hate and I know they envy me
Talk to me nice bitch I'm balling mvp
Another off night so I'm rocking off white
Essential her hoodie she no longer moody
Back to the start where I gave it my all
I adore her so much so I gave her Dior
Now that ass on the floor
Patek Phillips got me froze in the art
Hop in the car bitch we going to mars
Jet to the west just to get from my ex
Tell me what's next if I go take this check
They calling me bro like I don't see the tech
All in my face baby girl we just met
You hide all your fears in a form of a bag
So you gotta make it last.
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Writer(s): Drew Quinn
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