Cash app
Yeah, fuck a bank swiping for these racks, what they think
He ain't getting money cause he can't that teller wanna fuck me but I ain't
Might fuck the plays up do this shit, it's easy like a layup
When I run the racks I can't wait up I'm trying get them racks, I can't wait up
She call my phone, I slid down and I hit twice
Told her if she really want some money get her head right
Met up with Kasher started scamming, got my bread right
I don't trust nothing I'm clutching on it at the red light
Yeah, I'm a cash fiend
I been on they mind like a bad dream
She fell in love quick it's cause she never had things
They hating like Charles, I can tell you never had rings
Yeah, bitch I been a W still fuck nurses I swear to God, I never been a scrub
His pockets was hurting he doing weird shit for little dubs
I'm never relating made $10,000 off of little buds
Yeah, my bitch a Pisces, I probably go the next six months not wearing Nike
These a cool stack, Balenciaga off white jeans
I fly out to Oregon, I'm buyin' Lowe's if they light green
Yeah, fuck a bank
Swiping for these racks, what they think
He ain't getting money, cause he can't that teller wanna fuck me, but I ain't
Nah, why
Might fuck the plays up Do this shit, it's easy, like a layup
When I run the racks I can't wait up
I'm trying get them racks I can't wait up
You living in the trailer, that don't count as road running
He ran out of paper, now he posting old money
Catch me in Nebraska in a racist-ass country or in the nigga hood, moving real damn comfy
I really burnt cash app that other shit fake
My favorite holiday is Thanksgiving, I need six plates
I done got my white boy so high, he say he shit-faced
I told him, pull this shit together and we gone hit Chase
I shout out to the V to fuck with Grizzy
You down bad as hell, finna warm up a glizzy
Guaranteed, you gone take these nine shots you ain't fifty
Pronounce him dead a bullet hit this kidney
Who got a zelle I'm sending four, you can keep a Band
Say he got a Navy, PNC, and a Wales in hand
Make sure you up at 9 AM, that's when the wire land
That nigga can't come through the hood, cause he know he banned
He ain't getting money cause he can't that teller wanna fuck me but I ain't
Might fuck the plays up do this shit, it's easy like a layup
When I run the racks I can't wait up I'm trying get them racks, I can't wait up
She call my phone, I slid down and I hit twice
Told her if she really want some money get her head right
Met up with Kasher started scamming, got my bread right
I don't trust nothing I'm clutching on it at the red light
Yeah, I'm a cash fiend
I been on they mind like a bad dream
She fell in love quick it's cause she never had things
They hating like Charles, I can tell you never had rings
Yeah, bitch I been a W still fuck nurses I swear to God, I never been a scrub
His pockets was hurting he doing weird shit for little dubs
I'm never relating made $10,000 off of little buds
Yeah, my bitch a Pisces, I probably go the next six months not wearing Nike
These a cool stack, Balenciaga off white jeans
I fly out to Oregon, I'm buyin' Lowe's if they light green
Yeah, fuck a bank
Swiping for these racks, what they think
He ain't getting money, cause he can't that teller wanna fuck me, but I ain't
Nah, why
Might fuck the plays up Do this shit, it's easy, like a layup
When I run the racks I can't wait up
I'm trying get them racks I can't wait up
You living in the trailer, that don't count as road running
He ran out of paper, now he posting old money
Catch me in Nebraska in a racist-ass country or in the nigga hood, moving real damn comfy
I really burnt cash app that other shit fake
My favorite holiday is Thanksgiving, I need six plates
I done got my white boy so high, he say he shit-faced
I told him, pull this shit together and we gone hit Chase
I shout out to the V to fuck with Grizzy
You down bad as hell, finna warm up a glizzy
Guaranteed, you gone take these nine shots you ain't fifty
Pronounce him dead a bullet hit this kidney
Who got a zelle I'm sending four, you can keep a Band
Say he got a Navy, PNC, and a Wales in hand
Make sure you up at 9 AM, that's when the wire land
That nigga can't come through the hood, cause he know he banned
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Writer(s): Nova Grizzy
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