Ca$H
Lil' bitch these big bucks
I hit these sick fucks with a paper stack
Bet it on red and spend it on black
I don't give a fuck if the haters mad
Call your B.S. and you call mine
I got Bernie Sanders on line
I got thirty cameras on flash
Trying to get my pic when I flick that cash
Damn ay
Think I hit big 'cause I woke up looking like me
Man I'm a G
Damn I'm an animal, think I'm the
Sugar honey iced tea
Goodie goodie I need, ay
Place my pesos on poker tables
I got the hands that rock cradles
Man y'all shoot snake eyes like rango
I got no fucking clue
What I'm talking about
I just bank on god and let him do
What the fuck he want
He tell me boy you best speak your truth
Now I'm losing count
I'm gon' run it up like
One
Two
Three
Four
Fuck now I need more
Cash
Cream dollar dollar bills straight racks
Green guala guala deals no tax
Cream dolls dollar bills y'all
One
Two
Three
Four
Fuck now I need more
Cash
Cream dollar dollar bills straight racks
Green guala guala deals no tax
Cream dolls dollar bills y'all
One
Two
Three
Four
Fuck now I need more
Cash
They checker the flags
Whipping the chevy on strip 'till I crash
Sipping on bevy and tripping off bats
Mint 400 go dash
Spazz
I step on it fast
Bitch you ain't ready I kick into blast
Pigs on me heavy I dip with the bag
Shit
More money more gas
I woke up and hit the latto
Whip swerve
I pull up and hit the slots hoe
Quick earns
I go all in on the pot hoe
Quick turns
Now I'm popping off like
Fuck now I need more
Cash
I hit these sick fucks with a paper stack
Bet it on red and spend it on black
I don't give a fuck if the haters mad
Call your B.S. and you call mine
I got Bernie Sanders on line
I got thirty cameras on flash
Trying to get my pic when I flick that cash
Damn ay
Think I hit big 'cause I woke up looking like me
Man I'm a G
Damn I'm an animal, think I'm the
Sugar honey iced tea
Goodie goodie I need, ay
Place my pesos on poker tables
I got the hands that rock cradles
Man y'all shoot snake eyes like rango
I got no fucking clue
What I'm talking about
I just bank on god and let him do
What the fuck he want
He tell me boy you best speak your truth
Now I'm losing count
I'm gon' run it up like
One
Two
Three
Four
Fuck now I need more
Cash
Cream dollar dollar bills straight racks
Green guala guala deals no tax
Cream dolls dollar bills y'all
One
Two
Three
Four
Fuck now I need more
Cash
Cream dollar dollar bills straight racks
Green guala guala deals no tax
Cream dolls dollar bills y'all
One
Two
Three
Four
Fuck now I need more
Cash
They checker the flags
Whipping the chevy on strip 'till I crash
Sipping on bevy and tripping off bats
Mint 400 go dash
Spazz
I step on it fast
Bitch you ain't ready I kick into blast
Pigs on me heavy I dip with the bag
Shit
More money more gas
I woke up and hit the latto
Whip swerve
I pull up and hit the slots hoe
Quick earns
I go all in on the pot hoe
Quick turns
Now I'm popping off like
Fuck now I need more
Cash
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Writer(s): Rivan Calderin
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