OUT of CASH (feat. Cadotty)

Making potions, ho, we gon' brew it up
Designer on my clothes, and my shirt is saying sup
Reme, uh, driving in a beam ah
M.J, Janet Ho, we gon' make you scream
And my homies pulling up, we planning all our schemes

Yeah, shopping off a Shein, getting money, that's a dream
You better not intervene, bitch, I'm leaving you on seen
And I'm not trying to be mean, ha, ha

Then we gon' stack the bread,
Gun got a dot, cadot its red
You are not a threat, ho, not even a viable guess
Gon' buy her a dress, ho, full court play
Now we gonna have to press, ho

Wasting so much time, I might need a new Rollie
Would you ride if it's a Stollie
E.J.'s ex is K, that nigga's name is Jolie
Getting the bread slowly, uh

Like a morning piss, ho, I never stop
Grab my morning blick, then I hit the block
Check the clock, hell nah, I'll check my watch
Gold chain, and it look like butterscotch

Whipping butterscotch, but I'm not talking butter
Pull up to her crib, and I'm fucking on her whole ass mother
When I diss, I do not stutter, whipping it up like it's butter
Hit her with a poke, stab her up, but I'm undercover

And I took off the notch, running up the money this is not cap talk
Outer-space ship, me and Mello blast off
Then hit the road, man, I hit the asphalt
We are G.O.A.Ts no billy goat gruff
Jordan 1s, my feet can't scruff
Pull up, and the gang looking tough

Yeah, we looking too tough
Ay, yeah, we looking too tough
We never bluff
I'm Payne street, yeah, we smoking the stuff
Jordan 6 on the feet, shawty looking at me
And I'm looking way too tough
Shoes on my feet, they never scruff
Smoking tuca a pack, yeah, I'm hitting that stuff

Got a vape, but I don't puff
Niggas on my dick, yeah, they opping at us
Cause we looking too tough

We get to the point, we don't add the fluff
We stay with the gang, we don't talk to the gov
And I feel like MJ, cause a ho keep a glove
And I'm fly in the sky like Prince, I'm a dove
You're too low, I'm way above, ho