Cash Only (feat. Trebarz)

Haaaaa, yeah
Check on me right now
Right now

Watch me take competition and kill opposition
Nigga I got that check on me right now
I'm the king in this bitch
My name ring in this bitch
I'm pressure don't try me
Better pipe down
I hustle for real
And you talk and you squeal
You snitching to the feds
Better quiet down
I'm a beast in this bitch
You a bitch in this bitch
You punani, bookaki
You sloppy, can't top me
I'm driving my drive be so harder than niggas
No homo, it's harder than niggas
I'm a killer get machetes and sever you niggas
No talk I'm tellin you nigga
Remember them days I was down on my ass
Now a nigga counting this cash
Now I'm doing the dash (Okay)
Forex I got it on smash (Smash)
They really hating though (What?)
Don't want wanna see me making dough (Why?)
I'm trying to get this paper for my child yo
On the way in July yo (Right)
Damn, bout to be a pappy though
Gotta get this money and bag it up (Yup)
Counting all this money and it's adding up (Yup yeah)
Work till my pockets fat enough (Aye)
You don't work too hard your pockets flat enough
Nigga you need to stop acting tough (Right)
Girl wassup with that big fat butt (Huh)
Get a lil touch till i bust a nut (Yeah)
I'm a hustla for real
I'm getting this money every day of the year
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday
Friday, Saturday, maybe even Sunday

Cash only
No cash on me (Hey, what?)
Cash only (Cash only)
No cash on me yeah
Cash only (Right?)
No cash on me (Uh uh)
Cash only
No cash on me yeah (Aye)

Flood out my wrist
Go get it (Go get)
Gotta ice out
My fistes (My fist)
50k jewels
On my misses
Sike
Got priorities bitches
Ballin on a budget
You just ballin for the stuntin'
Manage all my money
For my future man it's comin' (Yeah)
Y'all rap cap
I ain't comfortable with bluffing (Nah)
Hold up man
Learn something, yeah (Yup)
Don shit
Spit so sick make a nigga nauseous
Ain't dripping like I want to out the faucet
But I'm gonna get it me and fam bosses
Priorities is straight
That's how we gon live
Almost every cousin in the gang
Got they own biz (Right)
You too infatuated
With your gold wrist (Mmm)
Damn, that's a shame
You on the old shit (Mmm)
Knock off VVS
You be flexing on the block
I don't have time for that
I'm invested into stocks
Get paid cut it half
Go to savings every week
You get paid
And you go and blow it on some weed
Gotta get high
To see from birds eye
I can do without the smoke
I got my third eye
Everything you're doing
Is a shortcut (What?)
I'm patiently waiting
To get to more bucks (Aye)
Get money act broke
Saving all my cheese
Love lactose
Y'all just staying up in debt bitch
I'm just building up my credit
Sky's where I'm headed
You just tryna redirect it
Why you gotta get a Gucci Givenchy
And Fendi fetish?
When you know you barely got
Four digits in ya debit (Huh?)
Can't hang
With a nigga like this
Did our waitress just ask for a tip?
Can't don't that man ('Cause that's)

Cash only
No cash on me (Aye)
Cash only
No cash on me yeah
Cash only
No cash on me
Cash only
No cash on me aye



Credits
Writer(s): Jameel Ali
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