Текст песни Cash Story - TMM Ca$h Mani

Little groupie chick, hit my dm slick on some stupid
Shit, said is you good?
I just heard you spit and you sound super sick
Said who is you and if you like that boo subscribe to
My YouTube, she said she did then sent that screen
Shot quick this bitch move like the feds
I said good looks said she love my hooks
Cold nights to get to her head, said she thick,
Her titties big and she got more room in her bed
I said oh yeah?
Shorty must not even care trying to get me over there
She said what you mean?
Shorty must think that I'm green im leaving her ass on
The seen then I got a call Kodeine said he trying to Ball asked if he spoke to Ahmad then he took a pause I heard a swerve from a car shouting and screaming
The law, then I leave out riding around down
Greenmount, blowing the weed out my mouth
Going to my grandma house to see what this beef all
About when I seen big cousin, already knew what
It was, know what you do with them slugs stepping
On niggas like something you do with a rug
Charged up quick now he through with the plug
Then my phone ring, number I had never seen
Hitting from 917 I pick up static sounding rough
Then I heard it hick up it clicked up Omani Placide?
Trying to see if it was us because a nigga just bit
The dust with no ID's to get in touch
I said cousin he said who that was?
Bitch you got the buzz I said chill man this shit for real
He said what's the deal?
I think I'm tapped my shit might be tracked as soon
As I said that I got a video chat from that Ig bitch
I ain't hit back I said damn this shit be crazy think I
Must have manifested I slide up it's a cracker dressed
Like he a nigga catcher I ain't take my SAT's my IQ
Intuition flexing I think we should hit the back door
My chest filled with spirit pressure demons lurking
Had to trust my gut because my shit always working
Asked me why I'm rushing him so hard I know he
Don't get nervous snatching younglings souls
Ain't even on purpose, either you're the one that's
Getting shot or you just out here murking