Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cash, artist - Bankroll Mafia. Album song Bankroll Mafia, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 21.04.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Bankroll Mafia, EMPIRE
Song language: English
Cash |
I be on your ass, I ain’t finna sneak diss |
All we want is cash, we don’t buy the cheap shit |
Tryna get it down to her number, take her out of town, double |
Then we shine like it’s '95 Freaknik, tell 'em |
I don’t give no damn, if I’m broke, man, I’ma take somethin' |
I’m a real beast, when I eat, don’t need no plate for somethin' |
No matter what, I don’t save no ho, I ain’t got no cape for somethin' |
When you start gettin' money, a lawyer erase your case for somethin' |
These lawyers erase these cases |
I put my nut on they faces |
Black diamonds, today I’m racist |
I’m leanin', it got me pacin' (Pacin', woo) |
All of my headlines are swaying |
Had money 'fore I had babies |
Why hate when there’s no equatin'? |
Piña colada now we cave in |
These niggas ain’t never get no money |
'Cause they too busy runnin' 'round, they be hatin' (I swear) |
I went got inside that lil' bitch and it went deep (And what?) |
And I’m rollin' at top speed (Skrrt) |
And when they come with questions I’m like shh |
I, I don’t speak English, I am Japanese (Me no comprehende) |
I will fuck your lights out inside these streets (I swear) |
Like bitch I’m buggin, bitch I’m thuggin' |
Bitch, I came from nothin', now I got money like it is nothin' |
Sheesh, I pulled up with it, bitch I get it |
I can’t wait fuck up your lil' city, you dig it? |
I be on your ass, I ain’t finna sneak diss |
All we want is cash, we don’t buy the cheap shit |
Tryna get it down to her number, take her out of town, double |
Then we shine like it’s '95 Freaknik, tell 'em |
I don’t give no damn, if I’m broke, man, I’ma take somethin' |
I’m a real beast, when I eat, don’t need no plate for somethin' (Ayy Thugger, |
ayy T.I.P.) |
No matter what, I don’t save no ho, I ain’t got no cape for somethin' (I'm on |
their ass) |
When you start gettin' money, a lawyer erase your case for somethin' (Yeah) |
I’m on your ass |
I’ma take somethin', I’m a beast with it (Woo) |
If I eat somethin', I’ma feast with it (Eat) |
Shoot you all in your knee with it (Bop, bop) |
Got a Gat with me, that’s click-clack (Woo) |
My designer is mix-matched |
You better back up and quit playin' wrong |
'Fore I put six in your six pack |
That’s that Dro flow, I’ma slide through with this .44 |
And I quit school cause of recess |
Like «ain't playin' with y’all no more» |
I’m a titan, ye ain’t ever really went to war with no viking |
They gon' call me up and I’ma spank they ass |
After that, you need Vicodin |
In the white Benz, pocket full of dead white mens |
What’s up Dro? |
I’m coolin' doin' movies |
Just hanging out with my white friends |
With a black card, talk shit, I’ll bury your ass in my backyard |
I’m a stupid ass nigga from Bankhead Cove; |
that part |
That way, orderin' hoes on Backpage |
Tell them boys I ain’t losin', fore I do that, hold up |
Introduce to my back gaze |
Now peep this, freeze me with that weak shit |
And everything that I say come straight to the face |
Point blank range, ain’t no sneak diss, this Dro |
I be on your ass, I ain’t finna sneak diss (I'm on your ass, boy) |
All we want is cash, we don’t buy the cheap shit |
Tryna get it down to her number, take her out of town, double |
Then we shine like it’s '95 Freaknik, tell 'em |
I don’t give no damn, if I’m broke, man, I’ma take somethin' |
I’m a real beast, when I eat, don’t need no plate for somethin' |
No matter what, I don’t save no ho, I ain’t got no cape for somethin' |
When you start gettin' money, a lawyer erase your case for somethin' |
Quarter million on the 'tato shot |
Try to keep them on fire like tater tots |
Chasin' down that cap, boy, I’m racin', I’m on the clock |
Ooh, boy, you ain’t safe and don’t say that you’re fuckin', no |
Chevrolet, I’m mob tied, boy this shit deeper than Barry White (Whew) |
They all died, we shot up the fuckin' Cadillac |
Ain’t no Cadillac, ain’t nobody safe |
Ain’t nobody in this motherfucker goin' home today (Yeah) |
Ain’t no license, but I’m whippin' that new Bentley 'round the city |
Bitch, I’m icy, ooh, I’m drippin', drippin', drippin', drippin', drippin' |
Can’t chase no bitch, that’s why I’m livin' |
I want all my hunnids crispy |
She like the way I keep my pimpin' |
I’ma give that bitch the business |
Roll up one and face it (Nah, for real) |
Yeah, pour up a four, I’m in the Matrix (Yeah, yeah) |
I took off like a rocket, I’m the plug and the socket (Hey) |
She gon' take this fuckin' molly and I act like I’ma pop it, yeah |
I be on your ass, I ain’t finna sneak diss |
All we want is cash (Yeah), we don’t buy the cheap shit |
Tryna get it down to her number, take her out of town, double |
Then we shine like it’s '95 Freaknik, tell 'em |
I don’t give no damn, if I’m broke, man, I’ma take somethin' |
I’m a real beast, when I eat, don’t need no plate for somethin' |
No matter what, I don’t save no ho, I ain’t got no cape for somethin' (I swear) |
When you start gettin' money, a lawyer erase your case for somethin' |
Yeah, we gon' charge these niggas like a Dodge mothafuckin' Charger |
Yeah, if they wanna mothafuckin' go harder |
They might need to catch mothafuckin' MARTA, man |
mothafuckin' harder |
'Cause we run this shit like Carter, man |
Call us Usain Bolt to the money, man 'cause we get to it mothafuckin' first |
First place, second to none |
One and mothafuckin' done |