CTA 2 Bach

Ay, ay-ay

Cash make everything go my way
I pull up, I ain't even really come with a lot
Just enough to remember my face
I used to rap on the bus
My truck got a mini fridge, we storin' the drank
Whatever you need, it's for us

We punish the greedy, I love you, but you in the way
I put a bitch in Marine Serre
However you say it, that's back in the day
She want to twin and the matchin' Balenci'
The bitch want the gang to call her gang
Real pretty ho, I salute
You gather your troops, surround these waves, get ranked
Think I just got déjà vu
I did this before, and y'all both had the same name
I bought that Lamb' for you

I barely had one, and I know that drive you brazy
Shit, Dan said I changed, I feel him
Too slime, no Boog, gang with me
Too slime, no Pop on the stand
I'm God, I'm Satan on Xans
Nigga still do a Track' over Benz
We rich, but we miss our friends
If they was here, we would probably bump heads
You ain't rich if it ain't got to your head
Saw your text, and it's better on read

I flex, and you better off dead
Niggas broke, can't bap on fam'
Shit, shit, 20 mil' off rap, I'm serious
I ain't even think hard on the lyrics
I was sick 'bout that ho, but I cured it

My neighbors, they hate my Track'
But they never be complainin' 'bout the Urus
That drank shit cap feel like Act'
New red don't even taste like syrup
I pull up, I ain't even really come with a lot
Just enough to remember my-, ay, ay

I make everything go my way
I pull up, I ain't even really come with a lot
Just enough to remember my face
I used to rap on the bus
My truck got a mini fridge, we storin' the drank
Whatever you need, it's for us
We punish the greedy, I love you, but you in the-, ay

I make everything go my way, ay
I make-, ay-ay, ay, ay
I make everything go my way
Ay, ay, ay
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