Текст песни Ca$h Rules - Yu$e

Feeling like I need to speak what is my soul
Seem like every other week I be coming close
To be the one to blow, only thing I want the most
I can't pick a different path if ion see no other roads

Bitches come and go, I can't stay attached
I know her intention judging from the way she act
Focus on my paper so my mother may relax
Know I'm coming wit the staple
Multi color paper stack

Cash rule CREAM
Black Blue Green
Got it for who want it like that rap dude Heem

Swangas on the whip so the Cadillac swing
Stentsion on the clip so the auto-mac sing

Gas pack smoker, addict I'm like Sosa
Had it at 14, since that I been mad focused

Pass that dope
Finna smash that hoe
For a price, shordie told me "what's ya cashapp code"

Then she scan it and dip, she vanishing quick
I'm whipping wit my hand on the grip
A phantom the whip, I feel like Danny

You know I gotta get this money cus it's mandatory
They don't like to see me in like it's mandalory

Feel like all these bitches just wanting just one thing
Feeling like these bitches just wanting my Sunbeam
So I cut em off like crust, no stuffed cheese
Cus they push me to the edge like a public bus seat

And it must be nice
To say that you ain't ever worked a day in yo life
But it came wit a price
Cus you don't know the struggle or the pain or the might
That you face when you working everyday day, everyday night

Everything on sight
Hard to keep cool
One bitch ain't enough
So I gotta bring two
Jolly in my cup
That's a lotta green goo
Shawty wanna fuck
My apologies boo

Cus I
Just want the tip top
Not the fish pot
Had these bitches on me ever since my shit popped
Know my diamonds Alfred like I'm hitchcock
Diamonds dancing on my left wrist like its Tiktok

Like a screenshot, I'm 100 proof
Drop a hunned 50 on another other coupe
VV on my chain, that's a couple double U
Ion fuck wit you like that Uncle Ruckus dude

Feeling like I need to speak what is my soul
Seem like every other week I be coming close
To be the one to blow, only thing I want the most
I can't pick a different path if ion see no other roads

Bitches come and go, I can't stay attached
I know her intention judging from the way she act
Focus on my paper so my mother may relax
Know I'm coming wit the staple
Multi color paper stack

Cash rule CREAM
Black Blue Green
Got it for who want it like that rap dude Heem

Swangas on the whip so the Cadillac swing
Stentsion on the clip so the auto-mac sing

Gas pack smoker, addict I'm like Sosa
Had it at 14, since that I been mad focused

Pass that dope
Finna smash that hoe
For a price, shordie told me "what's ya cashapp code"