CA$H I$ KING (feat. Estee Nack)

Aye yo, what's up, what's up, yo, fifty of my man's right now
Yo, put your money back, I'll let you talk yourself
Aye, fifty of my man's right now
It's time to do it ourselves, man, you know what I'm sayin'?
You know what I mean?
In the streets, survival and all that, you gotta protect your neck, man
Son, yeah

Holy Wars, heavy hallucinating, we hopping out with golden swords
Keep the wardrobe controlled, fucking Maylady until she blow out her vocal chords
Forever I control the board, y'all moving funny and she ain't no reward, yo
I'm 'bout to go on tour, what you got on my smoke?
Nigga, you thought I was a joke
You never thought wrong in your whole fuckin' life
Good night, son, I'm rollin' with funny dice
The bitches say that my drip is like the blood of Christ

I had to cut her off, so they love to fight, yo
Shit is too much for niggas, I'm really tryna get my money right
Keep the hustle tight, pop a wheelie on a summer night
Hang on them corners in dark corridors where they bubble white
Take a couple flights and some damn lay over
Dig in my pockets for loose dollars and cop a honey, chug it
Tell the maletero look for Louis V symbols to find my luggage
I got shorties losing they mind in public
You know what I mean, motherfuckin' act man, son

Aye, yo
You know what I mean?
Sorry
Shit is dangerous, B



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Writer(s): James Thomas
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