GUAP (part. Frozouda)

Cash, cash, cash, cash, cash
Cash, cash, cash, cash, cash
Cash, cash, cash, cash, cash
Cash, cash, cash

Yeah, I like her scent, her perfume
But I like it more when she doesn’t ask me to quit smoking
She knows I love being high in the clouds
But I like it even more when she sends me a nude

Yeah, yeah, I can’t believe her body
Yeah, yeah, I’m daydreaming
Yeah, with my girl from airport to airport
Getting it on in the backstage of the concert

Sneaking out slow, enemies are on alert
Looking good kills them, where they at?

They want to bring me down and don’t get why
I’m stacking up kilos, kilos of cash
A lot want to copy the moves that I made
But they know they can’t match me even that way

Now I only think about cash, cash, cash
I only think about cash, cash, cash
Now I only think about cash, cash, cash
Mom, I made my own cash, cash, cash

FRO!
You don’t get it, give me space, we’re far from this
I’m grinding so mine isn’t like the rest
I’m with Seven and two girls heading to the airport
Came from the bottom, what I did was on a budget

I earned my spot solo, now we dodge taxes
A thousand calls from the girl if I don’t answer
I swear I wanted to love you but I’m not about that
And we ended up unable to handle this weight

You’re thinking of me
And I’m thinking about cash, my baby
I’m just thinking about more cash, baby
I only think about making more cash, my baby, cash, my baby, yeah

Baby, I smoked too much and don’t know what to do
To stop thinking about these kilos, kilos of cash
Obsessed with your ass, I want you here
With no time left, I’m just thinking about cash

Cash, cash
I only think about cash, cash, cash
Now I only think about cash, cash, cash
Mom, I made my own cash, cash, cash