Cash Diet

Lyrics

[Intro] (Reece, take em' to church) [Verse 1: Money Man] Fuckin' with the schemers, drainin' out accounts He ain't tryna scam 'round his bitch, get up out the house He ain't tryna trap 'round his bitch, get up out the spot I just caught my plug out of Oregon, he just sent a lot We the ones who havin' all the flav', we supply the crops Claimin' that he wrapped up in his bitch, but he really not I got partners all in the 6, I'm tryna get 'em out I got bitches all in the 6, I'm tryna pimp 'em out Too many strains, nigga get confused, I gotta sort it out It's on the plane, finna hit the A, I gotta sport it out Credit union, major banks, credit card fill up the safe It's gon' hit at 3 a.m., bе patient, dog, you gotta wait Secret sеrvice hit one of my spots, but I had got a way All that dirty money, damn, what car should I go cop today? Bvlgari, Omega, Lanvin, Bottega Bitches, we just rotate 'em Where my next location? [Bridge: Money Man] Trick on you? No, baby Shooters on go, baby Bitch, I'm ballin' every day He just do it on occasion Just 'cause he's a broke baby Why this bitch look so vibin'? Your bitch look so tired My shrooms get me wired Money multiplyin' Four Seasons steak and broccoli, damn, this shit fire Fifty on the tire, I see it and I buy it Niggas ain't get no money, damn, they on the cash diet [Verse 2: Baby Money] Why these niggas actin' like they rich? I don't know I ain't had one as a kid, so I put Louis on my coat I put Louis on my hoes, we do Cubans, not no ropes When you really havin' cheese, you know you gotta do the most Catch us leavin' out of Fifth, it ain't even leave a dent Call in and make disputes, so you get everything you spent Check the last transaction, they like, "Everything was sent" I'm high, I'm workin' the crib, if I'm payin' bitches rent I can pop out John Mayer, I can pop out Rose Gold I can pop out all white, this shit cold, blow your nose We stand on business, if I say this shit on sight, blow your pole Bro ride 'round with Drake every day, he OVO You ain't never sold the whole crop at once, slow your roll Out here hustlin' for nothin', you don't even know your goal Bro been in and out of state, he been eatin' off the pros Navy Fed for a hundred, but I got back sixty-four