(Cross 'em up, Hotsauce, hahahaha)

(Listen to me, this is Cade)

(Is it actually?)

Look, look, look, look

Look, look, money

Look, money, look, money

I might take a flight out to London, London, London, London

I might just take out my honey, honey, honey, honey

Make her ride dick (Cro—, cro—), jump on it like a fucking bunny

I got some new blue hundreds

I shoot Glocks, never running

I'll make the day sunny, woah (Cro—, cro—)

Look, look, look, look

Look, look, money

Look, money, look, money

I might take a flight out to London, London, London, London

I might just take out my honey, honey, honey, honey

Make her ride dick, jump on it like a fucking bunny

I got some new blue hundreds

I shoot Glocks, never running

I'll make the day sunny, woah

(PopstarFM)

Look, look, look, look

Look, look, woah

Read, read with no fucking book

Cook with no fucking chef

Knife like a fucking

Knife like a fucking slice

Shoot like a fucking dice

Dance, I could move to left

Dance, I could move to right

Look, look, look, look, woah

Cool like a fucking breeze (Cro—, cro—)

Armor like a fucking knight, woah (Cross 'em up, Hotsauce, hahahaha)

Look, look, look, look

Look, look, look, look

Look, look, look, look, woah

Look, look, look, look

Look, look, money

Look, money, look, money

I might take a flight out to London, London, London, London

I might just take out my honey, honey, honey, honey

Make her ride dick, jump on it like a fucking bunny

I got some new blue hundreds

I shoot Glocks, never running

I'll make the day sunny, woah

Look, look, look, look

Look, look, money

Look, money, look, money

I might take a flight out to London, London, London, London

I might just take out my honey, honey, honey, honey

Make her ride dick, jump on it like a fucking bunny

I got some new blue hundreds

I shoot Glocks, never running

I'll make the day sunny, woah