Cash Rules Lyrics

I'm just, shit you know the vibes

Cash rules

I'm that dyke from the Eastside (Eastside)

Still gripping on that four-five (uh huh)

Always feeling up ya girl thighs (shit)

And I'm sliding nigga who ride? (who ridin')

It's been a long winter

Had to stay on my grizzy (get money nigga)

Had ya chick licky licky my nookie

Until she got dizzy

Cash rules everything around me nigga

All this money coming

Ima need more killa's

Cash rules, I'm just saying

I'm just saying, I'm just saying

I'm just saying, Cash rules

No problems

That's how the money should come

I'm spending like I'm tryna prove

Biggie was so dead wrong (baby, baby)

Got the game on lock

And I know they can't stand it

(I know ya hate a nigga, shinin')

All black looking like a thugged out bandit

Ok now galaxy flow hoe

I'm space jammin'

(Got me dancin' in this muthafucka)

I know ya niggaz like how

I got the money dance

(Got me thuggin' in this muthfucka)

Killing this shit

And I'm beating all charges (uh)

And I'm more like a villain

I be chilling in the darkness

With my hittaz and killaz and drug dealers

Screaming, cash rules

I'm just saying cash rules

Cash rules everything around me

Cream get the money

Dolla dolla dolla fuck it

You know the motto

I'm that thug out chick

Always creeping with a model

Fuck Rosè I sip Dussè

Straight out the bottle

Ain't the same, it's just me

Attire on fleek

Riding, just dirty with my caviar dreams

Drop the top all these haters in shock

Finna open shop

I'ma whip it til it lock

Catch me on the block

While I'm dipping from the cops

With two glock's

Mark for death like a headshot

Getting head from ya thots

O.G's give me props

Well respected (ha)

Meh nah fear not (never)

And I'm bless too

The hustle you can't knock

And I'm bless too

The hustle they can't knock

All my life sat through the pain like a tattoo

Still love my money and honey

Screaming out cash rules

Cash rules, I'm just sayin'

I'm just sayin', I'm just sayin'

I'm just sayin', cash rules

Real shotta

Toot a hundred round choppa

Boom baka boom baka boom baka

We ban the fuck up

Hit ya hood like Al-Qaeda

Probably see me at the bar

Spilling Rosè on her Pradas

Life's getting richer

I finally get the picture

All these bitches get thick

When I'm sipping heavy liquor

Probably gold diggers

I don't pay them

I just dig them

Nowadays you can't tell

What these hoes sniffing

I just blow dro and get high

Like Blake Griffin

I'm I die today I swear to God

I ain't tripping

All my niggaz good

Fuck Nigga I'm great

Keep my grass cut low

I gotta watch out for the jakes

Haters, snakes, pussy niggaz

And pump fakes

Snatchin' souls for faggots

Tryna touch my plate

I can't waste my energy

Kill 'em is the remedy

With success muthafucka

You know my pedigree

Uh, Cash rules

Uh, strictly The Finest

Cash rules, Stop playing with me

Cash rules