All Cash

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, bitch Mama, I'm back [Verse] Brand new Benz off the lot, paid cash for it Eight of Wocky in the pop, finna add more Ridin' through the 6 with more choppas than a task force This shit just come with the game, you picked a bad sport Mama, we made it out the hood, I got a glass porch Type of nigga stayed out of trouble, never had court I was taught God'll grant your wishes if you ask for it I could take you to the top, but I need gas for it Stayin' focused on the task, tryna feed the team I just sold a hunnid 'bows out the regencies Every day my life a movie, no DVD I re-rocked a nigga bag with some PCP Pssh, hah, I know, it's wrong, right? Me and D-Boy locked in at the stu' equals long night I had to rearrange some things, livin' the wrong life Diamonds bustin' off this chest look like strobe lights Niggas tryna get some help just to get ahead Nothin' like them other niggas, I'm a different bred Oops, I mean a different breed A lot of legs hangin' from that K, look like a centipede I used to smoke 89, but this some different weed I'm only fuckin' with the bitch if her kitchen clean VS1 F-color, it's a different link Unc stuck up in the past, still pitchin' P's Cold-talkin' to the plug, he Vietnamese She hit me with a headshot, now I'm weak in the knees I guess the tongue real slick, now she thinkin' I'm Veeze Bust a meal right in my mouth, got her eatin' my seeds Hey, I know it's nasty, but it's true I don't need you nowhere near if you ain't rappin' in the booth Okay, I got some 'bows in and I'm taxin', yeah, it's true He gon' do it off the love, ain't gotta ask my bro to shoot We still'll walk a nigga down with that Glock, aim steady I might stop the world when my music drop, they ain't ready The white boys ain't like the real Percs no more, we came fetty Like a thousand-some grams around your neck, I came heavy Everybody wanna drop a Hellcat, I came Chevy Everybody wanna [?][1:38] Peanut butter rear, on the outside, I came jelly I need two pair of Air Force 1's, I came Nelly Pssh, I'm the rap G.O.A.T Waitin' on a rainy day is what I stack for Broad thick, she tryna fuck, she tellin' fat jokes Caught the pussy off the top rope, she got her back broke Hah, call me Percules Off a thirty, bitch, my dick stronger than Hercules Smokin' the 'Wood, gettin' some head, I done burnt her weave I see you gettin' pape' now, but, shit, you learned from me Snatch one of my mine, that's a murder to the third-degree I showed you nothin' but real love, how you gon' turn on me? He tried to hit me with some game that he learned from me That .308'll park his shit before he turn the street, and that's word from me Get rich, then get your people rich Get a bitch pregnant then kill a baby on some evil shit A lot of times I move by myself, I gotta be legit I don't worry 'bout too many problems, 'cause I keep a stick