Lyrics: Sunny Makati/Ryan Boykins/Jordan Michael Houston/Aveon Daniels
Music: Sunny Makati/Ryan Boykins/Jordan Michael Houston/Aveon Daniels
...Lambo...
...Bottom...
I'm all about my cash, like a stripper hoe
Money isn't everything, but that's the only objective
I know love don't cost a thing, but that ain't gonna get the bills paid
First job, let's say ten an hour, second job, music made
Cash comin' every two weeks, soon it'll be a freight train
I sell two condoms and a nigga, I guess I'm doin' my gigolo thing
Some girls are fat, some girls are skinny, cash, cash, cash, it's all the same
Great balls with planes, them a lot of ones, Mario with a Luigi hand I play poker on her body, I get her on your clutch
That's a nothing statement, I don't lecture for breakers
No tardy slip, that's straight detention
Next time expel from this cash, gettin' pitch flash
Cash! Cash! Cash!
I don't hear nothin' about your bra, nigga
Cash! Cash! Cash!
Nigga, that's it
Cash! Cash! Cash!
I don't hear nothin' about your bra, nigga
Cash! Cash! Cash!
Nigga, that's it I ****ed up in a Honda, an X5 in that stoma
All bald in the woods, gon' stay to a jump
Four niggas with flash rod and a white boy that's gon' rumble
I put his name in the thunder, yeah, I'm a scat and I'm an uncle
Nigga, cash! Cash! Cash!
I don't hear nothin' about your bra, nigga
Cash! Cash! Cash!
Nigga, that's it
Cash! Cash! Cash!
Nigga, that's it
Juicy been our boss, any bitch I toss
Smokin' weed and...
Lamborghini, creepin' in my life better than cheatin'
With a bitch growin' gritty and on my head like a leak
Strollin' with my people, smokin' weed like it's legal
You niggas be out here smokin', drink a lot, all I blow is diesel
Twenty years and I'm still standin', still wildin' out like Nick Cannon
Twenty hoes, nigga, in my mansion, old money like Richard Branson