Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cash War, artist - Gunna. Date of issue: 21.02.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Cash War |
| Lotta money, I could have a cash war |
| Flew back across the water with a passport |
| Lamborghini Urus, it’s fast forward |
| I been 'round the world, securin' me that bag, boy |
| Call the bros and they be like it next door |
| Rolls Royce got carpet in the floor, boy |
| Hunnid thousand dollars on all the toys |
| Most stylish people calling me the Drip Lord |
| Keep it hardcore, pop a Addy while I work, meet Tom Ford |
| It’s so real, thug niggas 'round me, these niggas I’d kill for |
| We stood tough, we ain’t zagged, we ain’t switched-up, we the same us |
| One of the real ones and I ain’t changed up |
| White Range Rover with the beige guts |
| Can’t save her, I’ma kick her out after I slay her |
| Nigga got sauce, I got flavor |
| In Saks Fifth holdin' drip that I paid for |
| New crib got a lotta acres |
| The way you suck, you can get an A+ |
| Bitch, you fake, you can get your brains bust |
| Get a check and go and get your chain bust |
| Get a check and go and get your chain bust |
| Got Elliante, yeah, some real rocks |
| Blue-colored diamonds on your wrist |
| And for three or four, you can get a plain watch |
| Spent twenty thousand on a plain watch |
| Rose gold Richard Mille, what you ain’t got |
| Pop a pussy nigga, leave him shell-shocked |
| I’m a big dripper, wear Chanel socks |
| Lotta money, I could have a cash war |
| Flew back across the water with a passport |
| Lamborghini Urus, it’s fast forward |
| I been 'round the world, securin' me that bag, boy |
| Call the bros and they be like it next door |
| Rolls Royce got carpet in the floor, boy |
| Hunnid thousand dollars on all the toys |
| Most stylish people calling me the Drip Lord |
| Keep it hardcore, pop a Addy while I work, meet Tom Ford |
| It’s so real, thug niggas 'round me, these niggas I’d kill for |
| We stood tough, we ain’t zagged, we ain’t switched-up, we the same us |
| One of the real ones and I ain’t changed up |
| White Range Rover with the beige guts |
| White Range Rover with the beige guts |
| Got a table, had to pay, it’s paper |
| She wax that pussy, she don’t use a razor |
| Diggin' in it like I’m tryna dig a grave up |
| I’m the one they asking for a favor |
| Swear to God that it wasn’t your favor |
| Stack a lotta cash, I got layers |
| I’ve been ballin' in L.A., feel like a Laker |
| I don’t let my nigga get a pay cut |
| Want a milli? |
| Come and slime with the makers |
| Red-and-black Bentley like a Raider |
| Bring it to your front door like a cater |
| Tough man, I’m a alligator |
| When I buy it I get shit tailored |
| Total displace, whoever tryna play us |
| And I glisten now, a nigga feelin' way up |
| Lotta money, I could have a cash war |
| Flew back across the water with a passport |
| Lamborghini Urus, it’s fast forward |
| I been 'round the world, securin' me that bag, boy |
| Call the bros and they be like it next door |
| Rolls Royce got carpet in the floor, boy |
| Hunnid thousand dollars on all the toys |
| Most stylish people calling me the Drip Lord |
| Keep it hardcore, pop a Addy while I work, meet Tom Ford |
| It’s so real, thug niggas 'round me, these niggas I’d kill for |
| We stood tough, we ain’t zagged, we ain’t switched-up, we the same us |
| One of the real ones and I ain’t changed up |
| White Range Rover with the beige guts |