Cash
The more cash I got, the more girls (ah) I have
With some weed I (ah) think
She’s looking fly with Chanel on her scarf
She asked me to pull her lace
2 grams rolled in my blunt, on the base
Ten grand for my mom this month
2 grams rolled in my blunt, on the base
Tiffany and Pandora I gave to my baby
Looking sharp in these Bape boots
I multiply, but not in the blaze
I multiply, but I always want more, right?
Family’s doing good, amen
On her story, she’s all about love
On the mic, it went kaboom, I burned
He copies everything I said
He’s gonna get into some real trouble
If he comes to mess with my crew
Catching eyes, obviously
Two girls with giant asses
Me and Emitê scheming another plan
I got my girl counting, counting
I got my girl rolling, rolling
With a low-key bottle, passing while smoking
Passing with a low-key bottle smoking
He’s locked up, could be closed, but I’m stubborn
And if I get booked, fuck it, rich and young
And if I get stopped, I’ll pay a bribe
The more cash I got, the more girls (ah) I have
With some weed I (ah) think
She’s looking fly with Chanel on her scarf
She asked me to pull her lace
2 grams rolled in my blunt, on the base
Ten grand for my mom this month
2 grams rolled in my blunt, on the base
Tiffany and Pandora I gave to my baby
