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CASH
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CASH è stato pubblicato il 5 luglio 2024 da THE NEST come parte dell'album THE FLOCK TAPE
5 luglio 2024
EtichettaTHE NEST
LinguaEnglish
BPM120
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia

Video musicale

Video musicale

Testi

Unless you sick or dead, you better never call out, son
Put 110 until the day you ball out, son
Better keep that check, that music money small now, son
Keep on stacking bread until yo tower fall down
I need that cash
And I need it quick like the Flash
Tryna move out, bitch I'm doin the dash
So you best believe Imma get in my bag
Imma make hella riches from rags
So after the fact
I can come back to my city like"Look where a young **** at"
My city treat **** like me like some trash
So lemme disprove that shit, lil ****
Fuck all my opps
I am a force that can never be stopped
Stayin' like a mess that could never be mopped
Bust in the window, the front door was locked
Who would've thought?
I would've thought
I'm sick as fuck, ****, call Doctur Dot
Dreamin' the 'Ville finna give me a shot
Even if I could call out, I would not
Cause when I was younger, my pops said
Unless you sick or dead, you better never call out, son
Put 110 until the day you ball out, son
Better keep that check, that music money small now, son
Keep on stacking bread until yo tower fall down
Lil **** I'm stickin' to MATMMathematics
Born in the fall, but I'm never sagging
Flyer than y'all and I'm never landing
I'm the hardest bird you can imagine
Ain't fuck with a ****, that's tragic
But I'm still ballin out like it's Madden
She gon' grant my wishes like Aladdin
Energy like a G, cause I'm matching
I'm always putting in the work, uh
Every cent I got is earned, uh
Ain't the second-coming, I'm the first
Dick in yo ear, cause it's fuck what you heard, uh
Steady whipping, never swerve
Flame cooking, never burn
Pussy **** never learn
You is the only **** that you hurt
Unless you sick or dead, you better never call out, son
Put 110 until the day you ball out, son
Better keep that check, that music money small now, son
Keep on stacking bread until yo tower fall down
Should've blown up a long time ago
How these **** never find a bro
But fuck a label, never sign my soul
I decide when it's time to go
Gimme a while, imma ride the road
Break bread for the real ones
Snake bread for the slimey hoes
Fake friends, ain't got time for those, so imma ghost
Slow ass rap ****, I'm outlappin' em
Too many cap ****, I'm not dappin' em
**** tweaking, I feel like slappin' some
Eat on beats when I feel like snackin' some
Tell her to pull up, I feel like clappin' some
Got this bag, Imma keep on stackin' em
Try to box me in, ain't gon' happen bruh, yuh
Unless you sick or dead, you better never call out, son
Put 110 until the day you ball out, son
Better keep that check, that music money small now, son
Keep on stacking bread until yo tower fall down
Unless you sick or dead, you better never call out, son
Put 110 until the day you ball out, son
Better keep that check, that music money small now, son
Keep on stacking bread until yo tower fall down
Written by: Cardynal Chavis
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