Gas Money

Lyrics

[Chorus] Countin' up that cash money, fast money, all up in yo ass money I whip a Tesla, still got gas money I ain't a bitch, yessir, I keep cash on me You could get your face smacked if you act funny Cash money, fast money, I evade tax money I got dough, bitch, you broke like some glass money Racked up, I'm the young Johnny Cash, money Make gas, motherfucker, that's gas money (Ayy, woo, ayy) [Verse 1] I think I'm Jack-in-the-Box 'cause I stay up in them buns And your ex got that box, rated E for everyone Ooh, damn girl, that's nasty I hit the spin move when she tried to harass me Tryna live but I'm dodgin' these thots To the right and the left, like I'm playin' Hopscotch And I'm countin' my bread up, nonstop Gas money, fuck a stopwatch, shit don't ever stop Fuck a P.O., fuck a piss test Y'all racists, stay lovin' incest (Fuckin' pussies) Drive-by, get sprayed with the Windex 'Cause y'all nasty, boofin' them cigarettes (Woo, ayy) And it's Gravy, eternally talkin' my shit Your girl eternally jockin' my dick And I could die today (Ayy, ayy) But my gang'll stay eternally paid (Ooh, yeah) [Chorus] They'll be countin' up that cash money, fast money, all up in your ass money I whip a Tesla, still got gas money I ain't a bitch, yessir, I keep cash on me You could get your face smacked if you act funny Cash money, fast money, I evade tax money I got dough, bitch, you broke like some glass money Racked up, I'm the young Johnny Cash, money Make gas, motherfucker, that's gas money [Verse 2] I hit the pick-six straight into the endzone (Yeah, yeah) Make your bitch flip, now you in the friendzone (Friendzone) Backshots, then she let me drive the Benz home Hit Atlanta and I'm sellin' out the Benz dome (Ayy, ayy) That's a quickie bag, cop a Jag', Gucci backpack I'ma flip it fast in the cash like it's Blackjack I'm the Sammy Davis Jr. Jr. from the Rat Pack Gravy fuck your bitch and disappear like I'm a Snapchat [Pre-Chorus] That's that gas money Bitch, I deserve a plaque, money, mm Daddy flapjacks, how I stack money, ayy [Chorus] Countin' up that cash money, fast money, all up in your ass money I whip a Tesla, still got gas money I ain't a bitch, yessir, I keep cash on me You could get your face smacked if you act funny Cash money, fast money, I evade tax money I got dough, bitch, you broke like some glass money Racked up, I'm the young Johnny Cash, money Make gas, motherfucker, that's gas money