Cadence ft. Yung Phil Lyrics

Aye its two places I ain't going

And that's back and forth ya smell me

Come get you a dose of this pimpin' baby check

Fresh to death like a cherry wood casket

Catch me chilling my feet up relaxing

Go to sleep with two tens in my mattress 

But don't try me I keep Prophylactic

Don't be afraid to be different

I know you diggin' the logic

She thought it was sweet like I was gone trick on ha

Aye shawty you outta pocket

Cause I don't do nothing for free

Respect the game like I'm Meek

Photo ready I'm always on flee

Say cheese Shawn Cotton

You gone work until you die

Learn how to get a bag while you sleep

Been making plays on the internet

Take it from me got the blueprint like jay z

What you know about guns and butta

When it comes to the bag I don't fumble

Let me rap to baby no mumble

Pop my shit have you wet as a puddle

You better get with da lingo

All this ism in my cadence

Tell me what's yo love language

Mine is words of affirmation 

You don't gotta fake it to make it hello

You ain't gotta fake it to make it

Ima keep it P and keep it playa

Girl you know it's in me it ain't on me

Never find another one and only

You ain't gotta fake it to make it

I'm getting paper I'm kicking flavor

Hear you talking gotta show me

Girl you know it's in me it ain't on me

Ima big tymer, da number one stunna

I'm a wizard when it comes to numbers

Westbrook how it triple double aye

I'm ballin' wid no jumper 

Ima getting money muhfugga 

Not on me it's always been in me

Get rich or die trying like fifty

High earner not rich yet aye baby just call me henry 

I got game for a lame I got plenty

I'm not blowing smoke I'm not a chimney

You a savage when you rocking fenty

I know you diggin' my fragrance

Dis valentino not issey miyake

All dis flavor dripping teriyaki 

Ima playboi no carti

I'm gone

You ain't gotta fake it to make it

Ima keep it P and keep it playa

Girl you know it's in me it ain't on me

Never find another one and only

You ain't gotta fake it to make it

I'm getting paper I'm kicking flavor

Hear you talking gotta show me

Girl you know it's in me it ain't on me

Fresh to death like a cherry wood casket

But don't try me I keep prophylactic

khickaaaaaaaaa

That's coming from a pimp named nic west you dig

Know what I'm saying I got flavor for every neighbor

Thoroughbreds in my stable

Know what I'm saying

I walk the walk I talk the talk

You gone need a gps so you don't get lost in all this sauce