@CashboyBallin
Um Stuck in fast forward x4
Stuck in fast forward
While n#gg#s on rewind
Futuristic
While n#gg#s stuck in time
Lips on the spaceship
Bought it from a dealership
Money ain’t sh#t
Bought it with a chip
Unlimited credit
Black card status
Nine fifty cred
Umma need a mathematic
So much money
Adding is a habit
Ceiling bout to fall
From the bank in the attic
Hoess see them bands
So they keep on dancing
Got a fist full of dollars
And I keep on spending
Sitting at the bar
Getting fuq up off Henny
Got my mind on my money
My money on my mind
If a n#gg# take a Dolla
Then a n#gg# going be dying
If a n#gg# give a Dolla
Then a n#gg# going shine
Got shows over here
Shows over there
So many shows
Got to clone myself
At two different places
At two different times
On two different stages
Spitting one hard rhyme
Late night
Head searching
Fall a sleep
To them Gunn bursting
Wake up
Next day
Can’t believe
They took my dawg away
Okay
AK
Come on p#ss# let’s play
Sad day
Another sad day
Another mama gotta watch another soon lay
God please forgive me
Cause I got that p#ss# on Sunday
Cash
I’m in love with that mfn
n#gg# you would too
If you knew
What this game would do to you
Hook
Cash…
I’m in love with that mfn cash
I’m in love
Just a bed fullah cold hard cash
Cold cash
And I ain’t even got it in a fuqn bag
No bag
You n#gg#s out chea making baby racks…
X2
Verse 2
Wake up in there morning to a rooster crowing
Thinking bout a ticket
Gotta get a chicken
Cut up in nuggets
sh#t like a chicken
Hide from the police
Cause then police be searching
I’m stepping on coke
And n#gg#s toes
Turn one o in 3 oz
And I put that sh#t
On my soul
I ain’t
I ain’t going back broke
And why lie? Like wifi
Everybody know me I’m like worldwide
Wear my heart on my sleeve
Gotta pride
If I don’t kill that p#ss#
Commit suicide
In a brand world
When she opens her eyes
Acting different and sh#t
And you know why
I’m the n#gg# she calls
You the other guy
I have her climbing the wall
Why you stress her out?
Hook
Cash…
I’m in love with that mfn cash
I’m in love
Just a bed fullah cold hard cash
Cold cash
And I ain’t even got it in a fuqn bag
No bag
You n#gg#s out chea making baby racks…
X2
Outro
n#gg#s claim they lions n#gg#s be lying though
n#gg#s say they sell drugs
But act like a custo
They use to be the sellers
Now they the buyers
They use to have a spot
Now they passing out flyers
I laugh to the bank with a haha
My trap house on fire
n#gg# you would too
If you knew
What this game would do to you
Cash…
I’m in luv
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