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CASH FLOW
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Hip-Hop/Rap
CASH FLOW was released on October 10, 2025 by GoodTalk as a part of the album IT'S THE CASH FAULT (Director's Cut)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Quantrell Mitchell
Quantrell Mitchell
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Quantrell Mitchell
Quantrell Mitchell
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
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Producer
Quantrell Mitchell
Quantrell Mitchell
Producer, Engineer

Lyrics

Huh, huh (wow)
(Uh) get you some money, she eat the dick 'til it's gummy
And no, I ain't talkin' 'bout Haribo
I might fuck a bitch and I might text a bitch, but I can't let her fuck up the cash flow
Hubby the vibe that I'm givin' but baby, I'm just tryna smash though
**** be hatin', I can't even blame 'em
I think I was born a Uranus, I'm really a asshole
Ain't finna tell you how to act, though
You don't know right from wrong, I ain't your dad, though
Treat a bitch like a football, never played quarterback but I be ready to pass hos
Sippin' on scotch like Glasgow, don't ask me 'bout an ex I'm past those
I'm tellin' you the truth but you mad, though
Had a long day, so I'm sippin' on Blanco
I think I meant Blanco
Swervin' on potholes, jumpin' off the top rope
These **** actin' like they hard, but they not, though
I'm the type to crack a **** shell like a taco
I'll tell 'em say it to my face if he 'bout that
These **** don't want no beef, this ain't outback
If you really with that, we can take it out back
**** say he got switch, who are you without that, bitch
Like, fuck all that chit-chat, ****, I'm with that
Don't care if your name was Todd like bitch it ain't nowhere to hide
Your arms way too short to box with the God
Like literally why would I lie?
Watch your step, don't get out of line
I know my brother gon' ride, me and him really two peas in a pod
I don't like hangin' around broke ****, that shit might rub off on me
Like, don't even talk to me 'fore your stupid ass end up on an autopsy
This shit knock a **** off his feet, gave her dick one time, now she stalkin' me
She hate how I do her, I won't even call her a Uber, I'm makin' her walk to me
Get you some money, she eat the dick 'til it's gummy
And no, I ain't talkin' 'bout Haribo
I might fuck a bitch and I might text a bitch but I can't let her fuck up the cash flow
Hubby the vibe that I'm givin' but baby, I'm just tryna smash, though
**** be hatin', I can't even blame 'em
I think I was born a Uranus, I'm really a asshole
Ain't finna tell you how to act, though
You don't know right from wrong, I ain't your dad, though
Treat a bitch like a football, never played quarterback but I be ready to pass hos
Sippin' on scotch like Glasgow, don't ask me 'bout an ex, I'm past those
I'm tellin' you the truth but you mad, though
Had a long day, so I'm sippin' on Blanco
Written by: Quantrell Mitchell
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