Cash Shit
In California, Smokin gas, got det Blick under the seat
Coulda came Margiela but these Cocaine forces on my feet
In California, Smokin gas, got that Blick under the seat
Coulda came Margiela but these Cocaine forces on my feet
Smokin backpack out the Backwood spent a backend on this Shit
Roll that wagyu and Italian ice that silver spoon tree
No you cannot hit this leaf, you ain't gang you ain't da 3(5)
Only fuck w blood cause I know they gon go to war with me
Right or wrong pick up that fye and put shells on the floor for me
Runnin Laps around the city like the police Chasin me
I sold it to em then I turned around and went and sold it for em
Doubled profit, I stashed half and doubled up on inventory
Repeat that shit, trust and believe, that the process gon keep growin
Price so low, I took control, it ain't no way I wasn't goin
Cash gang bitch that's the set I bet these lil niggas be knowin
Smokin backwoods back to back this wedding cake it got me snorin
Fightin demons left and right refill my cup I can ignore'em
Ever since dude got checked out been never-ending bad karma
She say Im different, no civilian, she know Foe a young stunna
Really picky if she with me hair and nails gotta be done up
Rollin gas, gang in this bitch and we all plottin on a come up
If you big steppin, applying pressure in yo city put yo guns up
Free Koreal he down the way cause he got caught up in det jam
It hurt my heart to hear em tell me they killed his lil man
Send a message through securus, know I send that extra stamp
Couple members in the hole, because 35 don't never bend
All this jewelry I got on, my neck and fingers catching tans
All that sterlin you got on, Cant take it off you got green hands
I had no choice but run it up, I been a addict fa dem bands
Since a jitt I been legit they know Lil Foek beat them bags
They on command, don't think you slick, you know my gangsters move persistent
Ride w them sticks, and FnNs, a turn these pitbulls into bitches
Fuck the rappin we on go, we really outside in dem trenches
On the block, workin my muscle, I'm multiplying them digits
(In California, Smokin gas, got det Blick under the seat
Coulda came Margiela but these Cocaine forces on my feet)
3500
Coulda came Margiela but these Cocaine forces on my feet
In California, Smokin gas, got that Blick under the seat
Coulda came Margiela but these Cocaine forces on my feet
Smokin backpack out the Backwood spent a backend on this Shit
Roll that wagyu and Italian ice that silver spoon tree
No you cannot hit this leaf, you ain't gang you ain't da 3(5)
Only fuck w blood cause I know they gon go to war with me
Right or wrong pick up that fye and put shells on the floor for me
Runnin Laps around the city like the police Chasin me
I sold it to em then I turned around and went and sold it for em
Doubled profit, I stashed half and doubled up on inventory
Repeat that shit, trust and believe, that the process gon keep growin
Price so low, I took control, it ain't no way I wasn't goin
Cash gang bitch that's the set I bet these lil niggas be knowin
Smokin backwoods back to back this wedding cake it got me snorin
Fightin demons left and right refill my cup I can ignore'em
Ever since dude got checked out been never-ending bad karma
She say Im different, no civilian, she know Foe a young stunna
Really picky if she with me hair and nails gotta be done up
Rollin gas, gang in this bitch and we all plottin on a come up
If you big steppin, applying pressure in yo city put yo guns up
Free Koreal he down the way cause he got caught up in det jam
It hurt my heart to hear em tell me they killed his lil man
Send a message through securus, know I send that extra stamp
Couple members in the hole, because 35 don't never bend
All this jewelry I got on, my neck and fingers catching tans
All that sterlin you got on, Cant take it off you got green hands
I had no choice but run it up, I been a addict fa dem bands
Since a jitt I been legit they know Lil Foek beat them bags
They on command, don't think you slick, you know my gangsters move persistent
Ride w them sticks, and FnNs, a turn these pitbulls into bitches
Fuck the rappin we on go, we really outside in dem trenches
On the block, workin my muscle, I'm multiplying them digits
(In California, Smokin gas, got det Blick under the seat
Coulda came Margiela but these Cocaine forces on my feet)
3500
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