Labels wanna signed me better bring me the brink trunk
Or my dawgs shooting like Andrei Kirilienko
Bitch I keep the blicky' right inside in the peacoat
On want no problems dawg I'm really bout peace though
Say my name correctly dawg I don't play that shit bro
Gotta couple bitch niggas right on my hit list
We can say some names we can more specific
Why you got grown men walking with loose lips?
Don't throw stones boy you gotta glass jaw
You talk all that shit and then you hide behind it all
Write that shit in stone
It was written word to Naz
And I'll be on my toes
'Til the day my heart drops
Really I'ma hot head
Don't you make me pop off
And really I've been waiting just to get you knocked out
I was on my ass and all you did was ya close palm
That's why you be distant 'cause you know that shit was wrong
I could son yo dad nigga
I could son yo ass too
Hunnid' on the dash too
Cash rules cash rules
Hunnid' on the dash too
Cash rules cash rules
How it go up
Buy the store up
For the fuck it
Bora bora
Pouring more up
For the fuck of it
Copping more
Hold the door
I might flood a wrist
Time to go up
Hit a stain
Then I doubled it
It be cold as Minnesota
We be huddled up
Pint of soda
Diri cole
And a snapper fish
That's my cousin don't encourage, he get mad as shit
California I got shooters just like Halliburton
You get buried
Put you outta service
Honda swerving
Almost hit the curb was
Switching lanes, was riding dirty
Been up early
Since like 7:30
Bands is coming
Gang
Quintuple digits
If you want some verses
Off a mixtape
Getting love from Dublin
Aye
Lil Haiti
Got my Zoes in Florida
Aye
It's getting crazy
Strap my boots they Prada
Aye
Couldn't pay me to be you I promise
I could son yo dad nigga
I could son yo ass too
Hunnid' on the dash too
Cash rules cash rules
Hunnid' on the dash too
Cash rules cash rules
All white got to wears
Got two pairs as I hit dice
Late night bring the hookah out
Opposition want to shoot it out
Summer time gotta lay low
That heat coming like a set stove
Two bands and a metro
Catch em lacking at the get-go
My based fit is white tee
A dodger fitted and some nikes
Niggas need to bring beeper backs
Champ hoodies and adidas tag
Chopper touch em like he playing tag
Lost one watch me double that
You nice niggas gon' finish last
Real nigga I'ma be that
I could son yo dad nigga
I could son yo ass too
Hunnid' on the dash too
Cash rules cash rules
Cross me that's a bad move
I pull up it's bad news
Orgy in the bathroom
Suck me like a vacuum
She puttin' up stats too
I know big brother watching that's why I move stealthy
She say my nut taste like water that means I eat healthy
All that chatting ain't go help ya pockets if ya ask me
Meanwhile I be running up a check jus like a track meet
Hunnid' on the dash too
Cash rules cash rules
Feel my texture
Beat drop my neck hurt
Y'all know where the heat at
Aye Aziz I might need that
I need that next Gen
P-S-5 on the jump jet
Pocket watching from the ground floor
Damn I know you little upset
Bring the heat like a groundhog
Shorties bout to be my downfall
Damn I really don't know y'all
Get to stepping out the front door
Damn y'all really philistines
Friends of foes is a friend of mine
Finna blow like a landmine
Pocket rockets it's game time
It's game time whoa
I could son yo dad nigga
I could son yo ass too
Two hunnid' on the dash too
Cash rules cash rules
Hunnid' on the dash too
Cash rules cash rules
Where you at baby?
I been thinking about cash lately
Chewed gum with annihilators
'94 been a mad baby
I don't need to buy raff' baby
I was born fly bend it back baby
Being honest been tapped baby
I'ma go ghost like Pat Swayze
I can tell the difference
Real niggas move in silence
I can tell you people who be lying change the topic
I can tell a fat ass way it moves
Man I'm a monster
Way that Meechie rappin' on this shit he need a sponsor
Vb niggas in your town
It's going down that's how it supposed to be
You can just tell by the sound in your background
We ain't approach our peak
Facts
My fault my bad
Money making off an iPad
Couple business deals we decline that
Trying to own shit on my own shit
Build up a network on my own shit
And you 'so sick' like '06
At a dead end and you hopeless
Getting roped into some bullshit
About your best friend and some hoe-chick
I don't give a fuck hoe
Whip the coupe like a truck hoe
Pushing up like a muscle
I could son yo dad nigga
I could son yo ass too
Hunnid' on the dash too
Cash rules cash rules