Cash Shit

(Thanks, Yakree)
(This shit gon' be crazy, Jacc)

I'm so damn rich, I talk cash shit
I drive fast shit, I keep a bad bitch (come here, bae)
Six black trucks, come through like Donald Trump (Donald Trump)
I got in the trap, ran it up fast like I'm Forrest Gump (yoom)

It's me and you in this coupe, let's just ride, baby (let's just ride, baby)
Wrist hittin', I can't even tell the time, baby (bling)
You with a boss, you ain't gotta work a nine-to-five, baby (come here, bae)
Tell your homegirls you with a rich nigga now, baby (uh)

First-class flights (uh), bae, let's take trips (yeah)
Bae, here go 500, go get French tips (come here, bae)
These Rick Owens, baby, these ain't Chuck Taylors (no)
She don't want no Michael Kors, she want Marc Jacobs (come here, bae)

I know you tired of 'em losers, bae, come fuck with a winner (come here, bae)
Ocean view, rooftop, steak and rice for dinner (yeah)
Ask about me in the streets, I'm a real shit popper (big za)
I was fucked up, now I'm Gucci'd down to the boxers

I'm like, "Damn, mama, you look better with a boss" (come here, big baby)
It's hard to stay up off of that, that ass super soft (come here, bae)
This that big za, baby, I don't smoke chronic
I'ma run a sack up, call me Dlow Sonic

I'm so damn rich, I talk cash shit
I drive fast shit, I keep a bad bitch (come here, bae)
Six black trucks, come through like Donald Trump (Donald Trump)
I got in the trap, ran it up fast like I'm Forrest Gump (yoom)

It's me and you in this coupe, let's just ride, baby (let's just ride, baby)
Wrist hittin', I can't even tell the time, baby (bling)
You with a boss, you ain't gotta work a nine-to-five, baby (come here, bae)
Tell your homegirls you with a rich nigga now, baby



Credits
Writer(s): Devante Mccreary, Jack Cohen-mungan, Jack Thierer, Levin Buhtz
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