V-Style 1: Cash Flow (feat. Valid)

Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Bitch Get to the cash like Al Capone Don't call my phone bitch leave me alone I'm smoking that gas and you know that it's strong I'm bussin these traps not over the phone Come in ya home I'm bussin ya dome Stealing my flow I guess you my clone Fuck on ya bitch man that pussy be gone With the head on a youngin I move like I'm grown Bands in my hand I just made from a scam Roll up a wood 3 or 4 grams Fuckin this model I met off the gram She bust it open for 2 or 3 grand Juug and finnessing man Dan got the plan I'm not flexing I'm really just saying Niggas hating now they really a fan Niggas hating now they really a fan Yeah Niggas hating becoming fans Niggas hating becoming fans What Yeah Niggas hating becoming fans Yeah yeah ayyeee ayyeee ayyeee Need a steady cash flow Before I bag a bad hoe Come in through the back door Bust in like I'm Rambo This a flow you can't hold Glocks and them extendos No my niggas won't fold we 10 toes to the death of us nigga Flexin up like I'm a wrestler nigga Niggas keep hating my pockets get bigger Ice on my neck and I might just get sicker Whippin the pot now they calling me flipper Water my diamonds they starting to ripple Dump in the coochie and she say it tickle Call up ya bitch and she eating my pickle My bitch is a dime ya bitch is a nickel You is a bitch and the niggas that's with you Squeezing this glock and I aim at his temple Popped this nigga like a pimple He aint breathing that simple Get to the cash that's really my mental Bitch