Cash (with Gould)

I don't wanna fan, wanna fam

Tryna get bands with the band

Got a plan of attack and a lack in demand

Draw a line in the sand like Iraq and Iran

Take root, feet planted, understand?

Gotta branch out, grab my hand

Last dance, gotta take that one more chance

If I wanna be a star, gotta Gogh like Van

Like vroom, sedan

Young man, young man, everything I do on brand

Everybody following the kid with the iced-out neck

'Cause they know it's a chain of command

Too sharp, don't glance, goddamn

Hope that you feeling the vibe

Everybody moving, it side to side and I

Don't got a wave now, I got a tide

How we get so high?

Alright, alright, alright

Dazed and Confused all night

When the moon gets so bright?

Why the stars all gotta align, huh?

When you go, alright

Oh, that's right, hi!

I wanna be in your life

I wanna take you to places that you never been

And paint pictures a word a time

I wanna teach you to fly and not come down

Tryna find truth in lies and find love now

What now? I don't wanna wait till they come 'round

Doing this all since Future Sex Love Sounds

Me and love-sadKiD the new NSYNC

We don't got planned shit, it's all instinct

C Note got them, the beat go got damn

And Dahm the young man with heat, that's sensei

Amazing, rap game Krillin

Everybody wanna fade me but I'm chilling

I don't got nothing against time I don't kill it, spend it

Tryna make a second with a million billion, raise me to the ceiling

Tyna make a mic turn to a whole building

Tryna get bills and still be real

But above all else, I want you to feel it

Really

Cash, cash money, babe, that's just all I'm worried about

You know what I got to do, you know what I'm doing, getting

Cash, cash money, babe, clock is always running late

You two used to do the maneuver and now it's runnin' late

Cash, cash money bags, that's just all I dream about

Music is the avenue, you just who the song's about

Cash, cash money, babe, got to go, it's running late

On the grind like all the time, feel free to come and join me, babe

Got me feeling like a king with a crown now

New crew, same kid with a crowd now

I check what I'm doing with a spy cam

Ain't nobody know the hustle till they found out

Afro and he's kinda tan

A ladies' man, he makes his beats off pots and pans

Man, I'm a fan of that young man

With a grin on his face and his mic in his hands

Like, me and Dahm-san, sensei your boo thing

Take a step back, boo, you a fruitcake

Who knew you back when it was cold out?

Ice age baby talking, broker than you're broke now

Somehow all your savings done broke down

Who knew outta pocket dropping would

Never make you take a second and stop (Okay)

Singing? (Right)

Cash, cash money, babe, that's just all I'm worried about

You know what I got to do, you know what I'm doing, getting

Cash, cash money, babe, clock is always running late

You two used to do the maneuver and now it's running late

Cash, cash money bags, all I dream about

Music is the avenue, you just who the song's about

Cash, cash money, babe, got to go, it's running late

On the grind like all the time, come and join me, babe

Wow

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