Cash Talkin
First off I'm the truth
This is not a fib
Never gang banged
But I get money with crips
I wont touch a brick
But I'll sell a zip
She a bad bitch
And she know how to ride a dick
I won't work a shift
But I'll work my wrist
Pulled up in a tesla s
Shoulda got the benz
Yea I serve grams
Tax you like I'm uncle sam
All my niggas got cash
And we got a bag
Black nigga, bald head
One thing for sure
I got some grown bread
Got some cards in my hand
And know how to play it
It ain't what you say
But it's just how you say it
I was raised by some gangstas
But imma hustler
Got acquainted with ben franklin, Been servin' customers
Said I was gone stop but I can't quit
When niggas payin'
600 for a whole zip
Aye the shit that I smoke
It won't touch ya lip
Came up quick nigga
I ain't never snitched
Gotta bad bitch
Came straight from south east
And my p's come from the same Place the dodger's be
Pulled up yellow coupe
Like its bumble bee
That nigga talkin' shit
But he ain't got nothin' on me
Came up nigga with my day one's
Ask about gret
Baby I ain't changed none
Smoke all this kush
Shit I need another lung
Kick cash shit bitch
You thought it was a punt
I'm servin' lemon cherry
But smokin' on some runtz
I knew I'll do it big
Ever since that I was young
God blessed me though
I gotta couple angels
I don't save hoes but I save paper
I need a hand
And I don't wanna favor
In the d, me & larry
Smokin' gary payton
Niggas talkin' this
And they talkin' that
Get in the booth
Don't write a line
Because this shit facts
Ya feel me
This is not a fib
Never gang banged
But I get money with crips
I wont touch a brick
But I'll sell a zip
She a bad bitch
And she know how to ride a dick
I won't work a shift
But I'll work my wrist
Pulled up in a tesla s
Shoulda got the benz
Yea I serve grams
Tax you like I'm uncle sam
All my niggas got cash
And we got a bag
Black nigga, bald head
One thing for sure
I got some grown bread
Got some cards in my hand
And know how to play it
It ain't what you say
But it's just how you say it
I was raised by some gangstas
But imma hustler
Got acquainted with ben franklin, Been servin' customers
Said I was gone stop but I can't quit
When niggas payin'
600 for a whole zip
Aye the shit that I smoke
It won't touch ya lip
Came up quick nigga
I ain't never snitched
Gotta bad bitch
Came straight from south east
And my p's come from the same Place the dodger's be
Pulled up yellow coupe
Like its bumble bee
That nigga talkin' shit
But he ain't got nothin' on me
Came up nigga with my day one's
Ask about gret
Baby I ain't changed none
Smoke all this kush
Shit I need another lung
Kick cash shit bitch
You thought it was a punt
I'm servin' lemon cherry
But smokin' on some runtz
I knew I'll do it big
Ever since that I was young
God blessed me though
I gotta couple angels
I don't save hoes but I save paper
I need a hand
And I don't wanna favor
In the d, me & larry
Smokin' gary payton
Niggas talkin' this
And they talkin' that
Get in the booth
Don't write a line
Because this shit facts
Ya feel me
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Writer(s): Dayne Peterson
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