CASH (Freestyle) Lyrics

In my dreams is paper (paper)

But we still see no label

Couldn't pass my nigga the rock

Told him do what you Cain tried to do me like Abel

Since the last time niggas done tried me

Still let y'all eat but it wasn't my table (my table)

2:45 in the AM fucking around with them thoughts

Got a nigga up saying (yeah)

I've seen right through you scars (your scars)

I know them sleepless nights (them nights)

Though blind is not your heart (your heart)

Keep commas in your sight

She said she down to roll (Let's roll)

You know just what I like

This ice I got too cold (too cold)

My frost come bad she bite (she bite yea)

I ain't never going to ask you to ride

Niggas know that we straight till' we die

Can't fuck with no nigga that's playing both ways

Lil' bitch better stay from my side

Went and called me a play

Had to switch up my route

We don't roll too deep

But still wide

Have to call a young nigga a silencer

Come with that heat make you niggas go quiet

All I want is money (money)

All I want is cash (cash)

I can't get no sleep unless I get straight to my bag (my bag)

I don't do no talking (no talk)

I let my money brag

Y'all can keep the streets

All I want is cash

(All I want is cash)

(A-All I want is cash)

(All I want is cash)

(All I want is cash)

(Let's go)

Black owned business

Three red dots now a nigga out spending

Niggas take shots trying to fuck up my image

Let the flicks come out

See not one in the picture

Married to the money but time is the bitch (bitch)

Tell them free slime he ain't say one sentence

Snakes move quiet I ain't hearing not shit

From a nigga who's wicked

Handling shit like a bitch

Nigga moving like my kid

All doors tinted in the black rolls truck

Still couldn't see me if a nigga rolled up

Roll up and your ass might just get popped too

I ain't no killer but a nigga ain't a fool

Bro picked up weight now he making shit move

Locked in a cell nigga dropped out of school

Couldn't get it fixed so he picked up the tool

Said he want to put niggas on the news

(Nah)

That ain't going to slide

Matter of fact that's how y'all niggas die

Want to be tough as hell now you all in a grave

Hope your ass up there talking with God

(But fuck it)

Nigga if that ain't your problem

Then stay your ass dead cause' we good on this side

Got a bad ass bitch we like Bonnie and Clyde

Addicted to pressure I know she gon ride

Better hope we ain't violent

(Bitch)

(Hell yea quit playin wit me)