CaSh N' gAs

Tay Keith, fuck these **** up

I want the cheese, I want the dope (Cash)

Put VVS's in all of my ropes (Ice)

Ran that shit up off faith and hope (Yuh)

Ain't have an OG to show me the ropes (Nah)

My ****, please do not approach (Don't)

And get off my dick, 'cause you not my ho (What)

And we got these if you want smoke (Bow)

Draco tucked in the Louis V. coat

She wanna fuck, told the bitch no (Nah)

Dick in her throat, might choke (Woo)

Why you mad at me 'cause ya bitch chose (Why?)

Hop up in the coupe with the motherfuckin' doors up (Skrrt)

Started from the bottom and I rose up (Yup)

Rockin' white gold and rose (Yup)

Look at my neck, it's froze up (Yup)

Might as well gone put yours up (Yup)

(Go put that lil' shit up)

I just left my lil' bitch house (Woo)

I'm on my way to the penthouse (Skrrt)

This shit I'm smokin' too lizzoud (Gang)

Dammit, I can't get the scent out (No)

You not a boss, you a send out (Boy)

I'm fresh as shit when I get out (Fresh)

If you a broke ****, get out

And bitch I was ballin' when you had to sit out (Yuh)

Oh, so you think you the shit now? (Huh)

You rockin' Gucci and Louis and Fendi (Huh)

Fuck that lil' shit, I got plenty my **** (Fuck it)

New shit comin' any minute, my **** (Yeah)

Run up a check by the minute my **** (Run it up)

Cruisin' with P in the Bentley (The Bentley)

Lil' momma diggin' my image (My image)

Me and money got resemblance (This cash)

Come up in the party with my motherfuckin' .40 on me (Bow)

Tucked off in my garments just to guard me, I'm not sorry, homie

I don't want no problems

I just know these **** plottin' on me (Nah)

Pockets very sloppy on me, old money ridin' on me (Cheese)

I got my eye on a Hellcat (Grr)

Smokin' on stank, know you smell that (Ugh)

Boy that shit mild, don't sell that

Can't name a thing that I failed at (Name one)

You out here snitchin' so I do not fuck with you

You should go post up where twelve at (Pussy)

They droppin' salt, where the snails at? (Where?)

I run it up like a tailback (Woo)

Ain't gotta fake it, they know I'm the truth (They know it)

These bitches feelin' me like a masseuse (Yup)

Poppin' my shit when I stand in the booth (Pop)

You got a check, well I got me one too (Yeah)

She say my intellect got her seduced (Woo)

Ice on me, hit and I call it abuse (They fightin')

I'm 'bout my business, I don't need a suit (No)

I'ma kill anything Tay Keith produce (Facts)

Ain't gotta fake it, they know I'm the truth (They know it)

These bitches feelin' me like a masseuse (Yup)

Poppin' my shit when I stand in the booth (Pop)

You got a check, well I got me one too (Yeah)

She say my intellect got her seduced (Woo)

Ice on me, hit and I call it abuse (They fightin')

I'm 'bout my business, I don't need a suit (No)

I'ma kill anything Tay Keith produce

(Facts)

I'ma kill anything Tay Keith produce (Anything Tay Keith produce)

(Facts)

I'ma kill anything Tay Keith produce (Anything Tay Keith produce)

(Facts)

I'ma kill anything Tay Keith produce (Anything Tay Keith produce)

(Facts)

I'ma kill anything Tay Keith produce

(Tay Keith produce, Tay Keith produce, Tay Keith produce)