Cash Props (feat. Jake Arthur)

Bankroll
Now gimme the key key the master key I'm Stubborn
I'm fucking his bitch then her bitch's bitch
Passport
Now give me the shows, gigs in overseas
Cash props
That's all they use and they don't pay a bitch so lets go
Nabonga hio biz, get me a rizz, fake the phone call
They trynna compete my price ain't cheap that's that plug talk
Smoke on a foreign fuck yo bitch with that passion
Grind with passion flawed I got the cheat codes

No we don't sleep
Give me the pass slip
Pretend I don't see
They fuck the same bitch
I like my money green, I'm planting money trees
I will not please no bitch my money's for the bills
Trust my instincts pull up on you na shtick
She cannot stay away she wanna suck a dick
And no talking to feds cuz we gonn murp a snitch
Most of these niggas scared you softer than my bitch

I cannot sip more gin (no no)
None of my dreams fulfilled (no no)
Traded a soap for chips (no no)
I'm passing this down like a will (no no)
I'm the Captain of this ship
And I cannot trust no bitch (no no)
Gotta stay strapped June's Eve
Gotta stay up on my toes what i do mahn I just do for the dooh
Niki grow up with the flow I learnt maybe unaeza trust a foe
At least we both know we ain't equal
And we both know we both evil
I'm talking to Self I am mental
Tell all these clowns kuna levels

Bankroll
Now gimme the key key the master key I'm Stubborn
I'm fucking his bitch then her bitch's bitch
Passport
Now give me the shows, gigs in overseas
Cash props
That's all they use and they don't pay a bitch so lets go
Nabonga hio biz, get me a rizz, fake the phone call
They trynna compete my price ain't cheap that's that plug talk
Smoke on a foreign fuck yo bitch with that passion
Grind with passion flawed I got the cheat codes

No I don't sleep sip on codeine
Call the police fuck the police
Smoke on my weed give the homie
I'm on a whole lane now
I'm on a whole
I'm on a whole lane now I'm on a whole
You gotta hold it down
You got to hold
I got me four days out
I gotta go
I'm thinking bout skipping town
Gotta lay low
My body ghost
You is a dork
I'm feelin lost
Where is the door
The ceilings is low
I'm feeling lost Gemini
They trynna give me a heart attack
I'm trynna get me a hunnid racks
Promise I will get me a Cadillac
I cannot promise I'll take you back
(No no)
Wanna smoke with the Pogues, got to pass you round
Pass the blunt around
I'm the one doing the most, got to hold you down
Got to hold you down
I had a bad bitch come over now she wanna stay

Bankroll
Now gimme the key key the master key I'm Stubborn
I'm fucking his bitch then her bitch's bitch
Passport
Now give me the shows, gigs in overseas
Cash props
That's all they use and they don't pay a bitch so lets go
Nabonga hio biz, get me a rizz, fake the phone call
They trynna compete my price ain't cheap that's that plug talk
Smoke on a foreign fuck yo bitch with that passion
Grind with passion flawed I got the cheat codes



Credits
Writer(s): Atha William
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