Cash Right

Ooh, this sound like some slow hittin' trap shit

Fuck **** play, swear to God I'ma clap shit

We take your favorite rapper out or two

Real, ain't gotta rap it

Ay, I'm in a trap with a brick and trappin'

That's why they pay for album features

They pay for the session by the album

Ay, chop out the car with this stick I'ma flame 'em

These **** know that I'm dangerous

This old chis kitchen, no wonder you're burnin' my chis like

His throat like a fucking, uh, Swisher

Ay, jump, out the car with this stick, I'ma flame it

These **** know that I'm dangerous

I'm in Benz, that lane's it, change it, diamonds in my mouth

Shit blingin', scope in a beam on a cake, no aimin'

Turn your lil' partner into an angel

I don't fuck with ****, swear to God that be the lamest

All I hang with are loc', no strangers

Cash right on cars, swear to God won't rent 'em out

We get 'em in and we get 'em out

Fuck **** play, swear to God I'ma snap like a synonym

Rest of my pocket a big amount

Freaky lil' bitch, you reach out like some dental floss

I swear to God, I nut in her mouth

Extended clip, all on the Glock, shit stickin' out

Moved out my apartment, swear to God, I got a bigger house

I shot a opp with the Glock on his temple

I'm in and out, like to do 'em up

These **** fake, they false, swear to God they bendin'

I'm in the hood like a engine

Smoke, swear to God I'm checkin' out attention

These **** really be pretendin'

Callin' my name, ****, better not mention

Swear to God, I'll do a sentence

These **** really know I'm hard

Made a quarter ticket on fraud

These **** really tryna rock away like Rob

Pop up and shot the prize

I got a big-ass house, bitch look like a lodge

And the crib got your bitch givin' massages

Ay, four different hoes at the crib, they menagin'

Choppa get loud like an argument

I have them racks right now, you had 'em past tense

Fuck **** reach, I'ma crash like a accident

These **** double L's, lame and they lackin'

Trigger blow fire like a dragon

I have that rack after rack, gettin' bag after bag and

So many racks, pants saggin'

Glock I got the fire, fuck ****, no askin'

Ho after ho like I'm mackin'

Ay, I'll the racks every day, I spend in a weekend

A month what you made, big-ass house, have to buy me a maid

Choppa cut shit, get fade, change up the lifestyle

Swear I'm gettin' paid, dark-tint frames like Blade

Any of you can't keep up, get lost like a maze

Whatever I do, they amazed

I got that cash right, I'm gettin' cash money tight at night

Ay, pack a stack so my pants tight, if a fuck **** play

Goin' down like a bad flight

Open my mouth, teeth shine like a flashlight

Act wrong, or the Glock act right

So many Percs, don't even remember last night

All on the cake, get to singin', Brian McKnight

Ay, I got that cash right, I'm gettin' cash money tight at night

Ay, pack a stunt so my pants tight, if a fuck **** play

Goin' down like a bad flight

Open my mouth, teeth shine like a flashlight

Act wrong, or the Glock act right

So many Percs don't even remember last night

All on the cake, get to singin', Brian McKnight

Know she gon' fuck first night, I'm handsome

Kidnap the son, fuck ransom

Fuck **** play, we gon' stamp 'em, bam 'em

Name a **** harder than me comin' outta 'Bama

Troll out the gang, head first like antlers

We on they ass like some Pampers

Clean the scene, look like a hamper

I get rack after rack, out that back like Santa

These **** cappin', we steppin' like sandals

Bullets dodgin' shit, Julie Randall

She suckin' dick two hands with mandibles

Troll out the gang, keep the stick like some campers

I pop my shit, ain't caught on the camera

I pop a Perc, gimme stamina

Ay, know they don't like me but watchin' like channels

Choppa turn his ass into a dancer

Ay, ay, I got that cash right, I'm gettin' cash money tight at night

Ay, pack a stack so my pants tight, if a fuck **** play

Goin' down like a bad flight

Open my mouth, teeth shine like a flashlight

Act wrong, or the Glock act right

So many Percs don't even remember last night

All on the cake, get to singin', Brian McKnight

Ay, I got that cash right, I'm gettin' cash money tight at night

Ay, pack a stack so my pants tight, if a fuck **** play

Goin' down like a bad flight

Open my mouth, teeth shine like a flashlight

Act wrong, or the Glock act right

So many Percs don't even remember last night

All on the cake, get to singin', Brian McKnight