Cash Fever

Lyrics

I got a cash fever, I got a cash fever I got a cash fever, I got a cash fever Dope dance like ballerina My shit buss out the meter She gon' set it off Latifa Like baby girl hold my heater Can't see me like John Cena Masked up like halloween Baby I got a cash fever If you ain't 'bout the bag see you Drop four my two litre Run the field like a Pittsburgh Stealer Ride around with some killers and dealers Ruth Chris we ain't missing dinners Four-Five that's a fever Baby girl you ain't no keeper Rackades I don't swipe visa Ride round we so illegal My trap spot runnin' like Gino Lil' boy bully like Deebo Niggas is shady gazebo Shoutout the plug for the seagull And we ride wit' a stick or two Nigga slip like he stepped on lube Burna but I don't lose my cool Play it G, I just play it cool I can tell you what the cash do Get these niggas head boost Bet these bitches gon' choose Youngins want that bag too So they out past curfew Smokin demi no purple Spray a nigga like perfume Niggas funny like Urkle I need like hella racks Talks cheap I ain't buyin' that They sold me plenty dreams and I ain't get a recipt for that Play the card like crazy eight Just me and my thirty-eight And tell my niggas free LA He gon' sing like Ricky James Fat kid had to get a little cake You know I got plenty on my plate Money I adore yea They know I'm from the North yea I got a cash Fever I got a cash Fever I got a cash fever I got a cash fever Dope dance like ballerina My shit bust out the meter She gone' set it off Latifa Like baby girl hold my heater Can't see me like John Cena Masked up like halloween yea Baby I got a cash fever If you ain't bout the bag see you Drop four my two litre Run the field like a pittsburgh stealer Ride around with some killers and dealers Ruth Chris we ain't missing dinners So much hand to hand I'm in the trap milly rocking' Shoot at me like an Aston Martin Pull up and score like Magic Johnson Goin' hard got no option Goin' hard getting exhaust Smokin' on gas exhaust Smokin' on a whole lot of Opps Free my mans locked in the box She asked if its shoes or socks Wipe him up with a broom or the mop I know its that lean when it drop Yea my niggas they water whip Show you how to flip a quarter brick Bro bro can't afford the drip Hang you up like an ornament Better not come short with it Fuck the bitch got bored of it Never lie gotta tote the blick Step in drip but I won't slip Valentinos they cost a brick Yea I got a cash fever Yea I got a swag fever Yea I got a mad heated And this money gon' fight the demons And this bitch got me hiding secrets And you know my squad undefeated Hunned niggas a hundred heaters Break a pack down like reese's pieces The plug let me fuck his nieces VVS's in my pieces Fuck a cheque I don't need no reason I got a cash Fever I got a cash Fever I got a cash fever I got a cash fever Dope dance like ballerina My shit bust out the meter She gone' set it off Latifa Like baby girl hold my heater Can't see me like John Cena Masked up like halloween yea Baby I got a cash fever If you ain't bout the bag see you Drop four my two litre Run the field like a pittsburgh stealer Ride around with some killers and dealers Ruth Chris we ain't missing dinners