Divine! Lyrics

Too much cash on the, too much cash in the mind

Ridin' around with, shawty so damn divine

Summon that bitch, summon that bitch in here

Takin' them hits, need some rest in here

Don't call on my phone unless you tryna get shit, bitch

You talkin' bout standin' on business, lil bitch

So why ain't you standin' on that shit, lil bitch?

I'm brashin', don't move on red light, green light, go

Just left out the bank and I'm cashin'

She said, "Jay, you got the money", I know

Walk in this bitch feelin' different

Give a nigga mag of shots and I ain't missin'

Too much lean , shit sickening

Poppin' them percs too much, yo nigga gotta quit 'em

Putting fuck niggas on a mantle

Want a real nigga? Come, I'll show you an example

Cubed root 729 light a nigga like candle

Remember back when I ain't even have cable

I know, shawty in the back with the kid

I know, we got plenty of sticks that's ready to go

As soon as they hit you it's rah

I know, hit from the back, make her "ah"

I know, we got too many sticks and blickies

We get you caught in the mix like nah

Too much cash on the, too much cash in the mind

Ridin' around with, shawty so damn divine

Summon that bitch, summon that bitch in here

Takin' them hits, need some rest in here

Don't call on my phone unless you tryna get shit, bitch

You talkin' bout standin' on business, lil bitch

So why ain't you standin' on that shit, lil bitch?

I'm brashin', don't move on red light, green light, go

Just left out the bank and I'm cashin'

She said, "Jay, you got the money", I know