Cash money, cash money

Uh, woah, uh

They ain't talking bout cash? I don't wanna hear it

I do not sound like none of these niggas

Don't even try to compare it

Niggas be too quick to pull on the trigger

It wasn't even that serious

I seen through her bullshit

Now she tryna make me feel bad by leaving in tears

Uh-uh, we gotta beat our fears

Already know they gon hate, I don't care

Bitch (bit) wanna crush, I'm bouta take her there

This fucking life do not care about fair

Was a kid in Buffalo

Gun in the backyard, we had to go

Now I'm thriving in the O

Florida boy, that's that 40-

7 racks off just one song

I can't wait until I blow

Sly Huncho, I'm in that mode

Catch that fade, can't clip my dough

Cash money, cash money

Uh, woah, uh

Cash money, cash money

Wanna whip the mobile suit but don't got no gas money

I ain't never got no guala out here being no crash dummy

Growin up I stashed money, that brown paper bag money

I ain't never had nothing

Now that I got it they can't take it from me

Play wit the dough and this shit could get ugly

I remember when they just had to front me

That was back when my pockets was touchin

Nowadays numbers jumpin like bungee

I'm just trying to rake it up in abundance

Underworld, we turned nothing to something

Hold up, what

Cash money, cash money

Uh, woah, uh

CASH MONEY (feat. Chrissa SJE)

AsaphDaKing