Lyrics

Kash, Kash, Kash, Kash (skeet) Kash, Kash, Kash, Kash (uh-huh) Kash, Kash, Kash, Kash (what's good) Kash, Kash, Kash, Kash (Ayy, ayy) Kash, Kash, Kash, Kash (ka-ching) Kash, Kash, Kash, Kash (KANGFRVR) Kash, Kash, Kash, Kash (let's go) Kash, Kash, Kash, Kash (uh, skeet) I been on one for a minute, (uh-huh) 'cause that's how I did it I just stayed about da business Runnin' da game independent, I ain't been playin' (Yeah) These ain't some shoes that you would fit in (Ooh) Yeah, pull up in that Jag', couple hunnid on the dash (skeet) Niggas out here sad, I been getting to dem bands (yeah, ka-ching) Renzito! You look like a damn gopher Shawty wanna ride, like a damn chauffeur And I got the bread, like a damn toaster You ain't gotta worry 'bout me, sweetheart Shawty wanna catch my balls like a damn golf cart Prolly 'cause I ball like a damn All Star Had her legs open all night like a mini mart Throw dat Kash, Kash, Kash, Kash (Throw dat) Kash, Kash, Kash, Kash (Renzito!) Kash, Kash, Kash, Kash (She throw dat, throw dat) Kash, Kash, Kash, Kash (She throw dat, ayy) Splash, in yo' bitch like a river (Woo) Hunnids for breakfast, got ones in my liver (Ooh) Ice on my neck make these lil' niggas quiver When gang hit the spot them lil' niggas can't enter Kash And still ballin' like centers (Yeah) Money on deck, keep a bag in the Sprinter (Uh) Gang on my chest, I'm a true representer I whip out that Glizzy, I call him tormenter I'm gone, niggas be playin' they role But Lil' So don't fake on these phones I'm killin' her bones, she think she gon' stay at my home But, baby, this ain't how it go My kangstas gon' blow if you get to talkin' 'bout smoke We bleedin' the spot like Capone On top of the throne I stay wit' the cash like a loan I stay wit' the cash, chaperone Lil' So Ah, ah, ah, in this little-ass jacket (Alright) And it don't fit me, but the pants match it (But you knew that) Got the hoes with me, and they getting ratchet (Shake that ass) Pretty boy, manicure, That's just how I'm swagging (My dougie, my dougie) All you hoes wanna come see me at my crib But you know you can't slide (Stupid) And you know it's Little Jacket If you wanna fuck on me, you gotta be a ride or die (Uh, duh) Hell nah, I ain't going outside That shit cooked, that's baked, that's dead, that's fried (Oh yeah) Couple years ago down bad What you gon' do for the M-O-N-E-Y (What you gonna do? Do it) Kash, Kash, Kash, Kash (Skeet) Kash, Kash, Kash, Kash (Uh-huh) Kash, Kash, Kash, Kash (Uh, yuh) Kash, Kash, Kash, Kash (Whoa, uh-oh) Good god, what a surprise Niggas like, "What the hell he got stuck in his eyes?" You know, maybe I should get a more subtle disguise Honestly, does it matter? Because I'm one of a kind I don't have to do what y'all do With all due respect I bar dudes to death, it's all true Back when I left the Volume my balls grew Now my words keep me in stressful lawsuits (Hey, Kash) That's all everybody want from me, it's okay, I got loads of cheese This whole game's eye opening, it won't phase my dopamine Um, note to me They ride waves tryna get their boat to weave Bitch, you crazy, better get on both your knees I'm self-made and well-paid, the hell raiser Making your reality a bogus dream (Nigga) Kash, Kash, Kash, Kash (skeet) Kash, Kash, Kash, Kash (uh-huh) Kash, Kash, Kash, Kash (what's good) Kash, Kash, Kash, Kash (Ayy, ayy) Kash, Kash, Kash, Kash (ka-ching) Kash, Kash, Kash, Kash (KANGFRVR) Kash, Kash, Kash, Kash (let's go) Kash, Kash, Kash, Kash (skeet)
Writer(s): Rasidi Isaiah Bloomfield, Renzell Roque, J'kolbe Bryant Davis-payne, Demetrious D'andre Dixon, Hopsin, Malik J. Jones Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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