Cash Lyrics

CASH

Flyer then a bird

Im like Stunna aye

Bandana around my neck its a gang activity

It get cold like Minnesota but hot

Like New Orleans

Call the fireman

Ima

Hot

Boy

Im scorching

Juvenile

Young Wild reckless

Gods are savage

Picking up the stick or a drug

Finding habits

Stupid Litt

Trippin of the shrooms

Or the thirty

Not promoting it gone ahead and do u thats yo worries

Stepping on my shoes u must be asking to be buried

Nigga I aint worried

You see me I ain't worry

Poking out ur chest now u think u on something

Talking out yo ways BOY u must be on something

Lemonade ice-T Hi Ci

Bitch I got the Juice

Casa Migo Me Light please

Now it's time to get loose

Think u slick

Nahh I know u spicy

Scream at me yell at me

Get on me fuck on me

Juicy Little Mama

Gone and poppin

Make me empty out my pockets

Credit swipe all my wallets

U can have it aye

Show me that u bout it

If I front u bring back profit

Ima guide u ima profit

Ima show u aye