Ca$h

CASH
Flyer then a bird
Im like Stunna aye

Bandana around my neck its
A gang activity
It get cold like Minnesota but hot
Like New Orleans

Call the fireman

Ima
Hot
Boy
Im scorching

Juvenile
Young
Wild
Reckless
Gods are savage

Picking up the stick or a drug
Finding habits

Stupid Litt
Trippin of the shrooms
Or da thirty

Not promoting it
Gone ahead and do you thats yo Worried

Stepping on my shoes you must be Asking to be buried
Nigga I aint worried
You see me I aint worry

Poking out your chest
now you think you on something
Talking out yo ways
BOY you must be on something

Lemonade
ice T
Hi Ci
Bitch I got the Juice

Casa Migo Me
Light please
Now its time to get loose

Think u slick
Nahh I know u spicy

Scream at me
Yell at me
Get on me
Fuck on me

Juicy Little Mama
Gone and pop it
Make me empty out my pockets
Credit swipe all my wallets
You can have it aye

Show me that u bout it
If I front you bring back profit
Ima guide you ima profit
Ima show you aye



Credits
Writer(s): Hoops Babie
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