Lyrics: David Wallace/Dylan James Ruddy/Miles Austin Goldman
Music: David Wallace/Dylan James Ruddy/Miles Austin Goldman
(Dylvinci Got The Cash)
Fft-bee
Bah
Damn, I remember when hoes tried to dubbed me
Now they want me, I guess that I'm lucky
Guessing maybe it's the fame or money
But it's probably 'cause after I hit it, they love me
Regardless I'm living, I'm just doing me
I'm smokin' on Pippen, I'm off the high off the 3, 3
Most of these niggas just want to be me
Put that boy in the dirt like a football cleat
That nigga gone
Now we smokin' that ****boy to the dome
Mulattos stick, that bitch too toned
I'm facin' this J, I don't sip no Patrón
This Mary J., is my ****in' cologne
Niggas talkin' shit but they be unknown
If it ain't bout no money, don't hit my phone
If she's a funnel, I don't **** with no cone
Damn, I remember when hoes tried to dubbed me
Now they want me, I guess that I'm lucky
Guessing maybe it's the fame or money
But it's probably 'cause after I hit it, they love me
Regardless I'm living, I'm just doing me
I'm smokin' on Pippen, I'm off the high off the 3, 3
Most of these niggas just want to be me
Put that boy in the dirt like a football cleat
Bah (I really like to use cash)
(Dylvinci Got The Code)