Lyrics Luh Da Sound (CashCache) - 10kdunkin

I really like to use cash

Uh, uh, uh, uh
Ten on my face but these jeans Number (N)ine
Three chains on my neck and all them bitches shinin'
Glock under the seat, it leave a nigga flyin'
I remember way back then I ain't had it
Now I just count it up 'cause I'm havin' it
I'm the young nigga with racks in the rubberband
I ball with the bands, throw racks with the underhand
My niggas kick doors, probably make Jackie Chan proud
My head all fucked up 'cause I been smokin' on loud
Yung Joc, nigga, it can go down
I got that fire on me right now
I'm hoppin' out big bodies out of town
Money counter go, "Beep", man, I love the sound

Man, I love the sound
And I'm in the coupe smokin' gas with the windows down
I can't trust a ho 'cause I know that they get around
Shot up a fuck nigga, told him, "Get down"
Now I'm in the foreign with the bands on me
Gotta floor that, nigga, what I have on me (I really like to use cash)
Know his credit card 'cause I got the I.D.
I ain't tryna talk, I ain't tryna speak
Don't this nigga know this choppa on me?
It's in my pocket so I'm saggin' my jeans
Finesse a nigga, now Chanel on my feet
I'm in the two-seater flexin' with two hoes
These niggas softer than a picked out afro
Got water on my neck and I can't do a backstroke
I fucked a rich ho, but I'm lendin' her back, bro (ayy, damn)

Damn, damn, let's go, let's go
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Ten on my face but these jeans Number (N)ine
Three chains on my neck and all them bitches shinin'
Glock under the seat, it leave a nigga flyin'
I remember way back then I ain't had it
Now I just count it up 'cause I'm havin' it
I'm the young nigga with racks in the rubberband
I ball with the bands, throw racks with the underhand
My niggas kick doors, probably make Jackie Chan proud
My head all fucked up 'cause I been smokin' on loud
Yung Joc, nigga, it can go down
I got that fire on me right now
I'm hoppin' out big bodies out of town
Money counter go, "Beep", man, I love the sound

Three chains on my neck and all them bitches shinin'
I remember way back then I ain't had it
I'm the young nigga with racks in the rubberband
My niggas kick doors, probably make Jackie Chan proud
Yung Joc, nigga, it can go down
I got that fire on me right now (I really like to use cash)
I'm hoppin' out big bodies out of town
Money counter go, "Beep", man, I love the sound