Cash Only
Huh come on come on come on come on
Huh, huh
Real shit tykoon nigga
Yea i'm parked in the garage I got some shit of hard
I'm only doing cash don't want no credit card
My nigga got some shit of dog like he pet smart
He well trained I point fetch an he gone catch y'all
Huh I'm really in the hood i'm never seeing y'all
One day i'm in a scat next one i'm in a dodge
They tucking they tail these nigga duck an dodge
Don't hit me up asking for shit free I do charge
Yea don't know if I want her it's for a low number
I'm grinding all winter and stunting for the summer
My lil nigga got perks go holla at yo mama
Drop bout three of the hoes it's striking like some thunder
Once the script touch down we gone fill her upper
One of my perks hit the ground I'm a pick her upper
One of my perks kicking in now I'm feeling bummer
I pop to much perk tens now i'm going under
One of my plays I be serving he be getting over
I'm 14 hundred 18 hundred babe shout out to nolia
I don't be fucking with these niggas I am not social
Stop telling bitches that we niggas I do not know you
Credit card fraud lil bitch out here collecting socials
Start liking pics I slide through the dm
I'm like I gots to know you
Done hit the road so much buck on the law
They tried to pull me over
Been riding with that shit I got Semaj
He got to be the chauffeur
I hit her from the back she screaming hard
She playing with her vocals
Been running through the jungle with straight up wolves
I'm hanging with the vultures
Been rolling up them thumbs of backwoods
Use paper for the fontal
I'm hanging with some future millionaires
You hanging with some runners
And you won't thuggin
You the type that stayed away from trouble
I'm really from the block from 14 that's 18 hundred
I'm really from the block like nah mean
I'm trying to get sum money
I used to be bummy now i'm getting money
All these fucking hundreds
I really be thuggin on 18 hundred all my fucking youngins
We really be thuggin break in yo car
Break in yo house or some
Nigga break in yo shit if you owe me money
I ain't going for nun
I used to sell dummy
Now i'm trying to come up of some rap money
I used to sell dummy
Now i'm trying to come up of some rap money
I used to sell dummy
Now i'm trying to come up of some rap money
Huh, huh
Real shit tykoon nigga
Yea i'm parked in the garage I got some shit of hard
I'm only doing cash don't want no credit card
My nigga got some shit of dog like he pet smart
He well trained I point fetch an he gone catch y'all
Huh I'm really in the hood i'm never seeing y'all
One day i'm in a scat next one i'm in a dodge
They tucking they tail these nigga duck an dodge
Don't hit me up asking for shit free I do charge
Yea don't know if I want her it's for a low number
I'm grinding all winter and stunting for the summer
My lil nigga got perks go holla at yo mama
Drop bout three of the hoes it's striking like some thunder
Once the script touch down we gone fill her upper
One of my perks hit the ground I'm a pick her upper
One of my perks kicking in now I'm feeling bummer
I pop to much perk tens now i'm going under
One of my plays I be serving he be getting over
I'm 14 hundred 18 hundred babe shout out to nolia
I don't be fucking with these niggas I am not social
Stop telling bitches that we niggas I do not know you
Credit card fraud lil bitch out here collecting socials
Start liking pics I slide through the dm
I'm like I gots to know you
Done hit the road so much buck on the law
They tried to pull me over
Been riding with that shit I got Semaj
He got to be the chauffeur
I hit her from the back she screaming hard
She playing with her vocals
Been running through the jungle with straight up wolves
I'm hanging with the vultures
Been rolling up them thumbs of backwoods
Use paper for the fontal
I'm hanging with some future millionaires
You hanging with some runners
And you won't thuggin
You the type that stayed away from trouble
I'm really from the block from 14 that's 18 hundred
I'm really from the block like nah mean
I'm trying to get sum money
I used to be bummy now i'm getting money
All these fucking hundreds
I really be thuggin on 18 hundred all my fucking youngins
We really be thuggin break in yo car
Break in yo house or some
Nigga break in yo shit if you owe me money
I ain't going for nun
I used to sell dummy
Now i'm trying to come up of some rap money
I used to sell dummy
Now i'm trying to come up of some rap money
I used to sell dummy
Now i'm trying to come up of some rap money
Credits
Writer(s): Cedric Jones
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