क्रेडिट्स
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dominique Carpenter-Grady
Songwriter
गाने
The cash rules
Rent on the trap past due
Her back blue
Hittin it goin cashew
I lap dudes and I act cool
2020 I’m callin the doggy cat food
If u need that pack **** hit my line
Sell everything
50 twenty’s nickels dimes
**** plated on waste
They don’t wanna see me shine
They won’t me in a box up
Up north doin time
That’s why it’s freeniggas
Need **** to understand that it’s more than rap
Kill all rats let’s bring some order back
Jet blue flyin wit baggage I really order that
Get the package then hand it off and make a quarte back
Bullets in the field got no names on it
(These John does)
U ain’t grow up on that street
Why u hang on it
(Why u out there)
These **** jumped off the stoop that had lames on it
(He’s a non dee)!?
I was out there wit the shooters in the rain on it
That’s-word-to-me
3rd degree
They burning because I never hated
They heard of me
I’m focused but barley educated
Get close to me
I’m Turn around wit the weapon wavin
Besides beef
I’m gettin the chicken extra bacon
That’s ham in the spot
Locks broke
Feens come a lot
Cop smoke
40 2 his moncler
That’s a hot coat
Old head gettin bread always said
Cop cokeMad Jews
Cash rules everything
Believe it it’s true
My whole teams gettin money
We can clean up the crew
A ghostface killa if we ever creep up on you
We OD wit that method
Like a piece of the wu
Woo
In front of all the stores
Gettin cream yea the money
Never gettin bored
Dead **** roach blunts prollyMessin up the floor
Loyal **** wit me and they stepping in diors
That’s a fendi
Keep a semi fuck the law
If it ain’t bout a penny
Then it really ain’t a cause
Got geekers that would hit for the Wendy that’s the dog
One od b did the shimmy of the raw
They way he like it
8 Zipp I might all night it
Bagging up in the trap gave me arthritis
Probably keep doin that until we park vipers
Dare a **** try n act bet the dark light up
Listen
It don’t stop cause it can’t stop
Everything for sale **** this the gram shop
On the first get the check from ya grand pops
Been tryna make dope stretch since the sandbox
Dam oc called said he want a chicken
He goin ham in the trap
Pray for his forgiveness
Tell a **** hateing that’s a sickness
Some bitch shit
They know I keep a shooter that jump outta ubers and really Lyft shit
Written by: Dominique Carpenter-Grady

