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Get cash, get cash And then go smoke (aah) Get cash, get cash And then go smoke (yeah) 47 everything Young Drummer Boy in this muthafucka Smokes! yeah It's been 2 days And bitch I'm still high (still high) They try to hate But bitch I still shine (still shine) I almost panic Had a tooly on me Now police are trippin' And they pull me over Got some money on me Got some bullets homie (yeah) Got some homies That's catching them cases for me Kept it G and never told on me What you mean the homies rolled on me? That they snitching on me? That they turned informants? Man I plead the fifth I got my lawyer coming (hei) Bitch I'm from Pomona Where the hood die young (young) Where the hood die young I'm goin to get them young my soldier bones With some real nice guns (crap) Gone off that liquor (hei) Whole squad full of killers If you don't fuck with him You don't fuck with me And why you trying to hang with us? (yo) All I want is that money (ah) The bitch I'm fucking she love me (ah) If you ain't bout that paper chase Then you ain't really bout nothing (hei) I been living in a different world (ho) I seen some shit you ain't never seen (ho) Murder cases for the little homies (ho) I hope that future ain't a one for me Get cash, get cash And then go smoke I be on another level Get cash, get cash And then go smoke She was smoking with the devil Get cash, get cash And then go smoke Can't imagine how I felt Get cash, get cash And then go smoke I do this shit all by myself Get cash, get cash And then go smoke They got the hood under investigation Swerve (swerve) They talking about gang allegations Bitch swerve (swerve) Who the fuck lied to you homie? Don't get it twisted I'm kind to you homie You the type That'll lie to the homies You ain't the type That'll ride for the homies I'm not adjusted to this generation I'm still waiting for all of the stars to align Too many mumble rappers I'm a humble rapper With a seat that's about to recline What did you put in my cup? (cup) I been going through some issues with trust I don't really wanna talk about it But who the fuck voted for Trump? You was distracted by strippers & ones You was distracted by killers & guns You was distracted with all of the things That we going We buy all the ones we love Fuck it then Go and pass me that gold bottle (hey, here) God knows I can't be your role model I been living in a different world (ho) I seen some shit you ain't never seen (ho) Murder cases for the little homies (ho) I hope that future ain't a one for me Get cash, get cash And then go smoke I be on another level Get cash, get cash And then go smoke She was smoking with the devil Get cash, get cash And then go smoke Can't imagine how I felt Get cash, get cash And then go smoke I do this shit all by myself Get cash, get cash And then go smoke
Writer(s): Alex Gonzalez, Rigoberto Jonathan Diaz Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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