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All I want is cash

Diamonds 'round my neck

Blunts with some hash

Haters off my back

I want birds in the bath and groupies that want sex

I'ts time to do the math

Nigga I just want a check

I said run that check

Run that, run that check

Run that, run that check

Run that check,

Run that, run that check, yeah

I said run that check

Run that, run that check

Run that, run that check

Run that check,

Run that, run that check, yeah

I said run that check

Sorry if I make it too simple for ya

I'm tryna' get a Ferrari I'm tired of toyota

I want a six figure "Rolly" and 100 "Rollas"

I want 9 figures split between 100 soldiers

I want a huge bankroll full of Millions, Millions, Millions

And a diamond for every hater so they can pay attention

Oh yeah, my niggas got my back

Almost forgot to mention

I got a fire to burn

You can call me Benson

Yep, Regular Show

They got regular hoes

That want regular dough

From their regular flow

But I'ma break it down so that everyone get's the mission

The places you're giving up are the places where I'm persistant

All I want is cash

Diamonds 'round my neck

Blunts with some hash

Haters off my back

I want birds in the bath and groupies that want sex

I'ts time to do the math

Nigga I just want a check

I said run that check

Run that, run that check

Run that, run that check

Run that check,

Run that, run that check, yeah

I said run that check

Run that, run that check

Run that, run that check

Run that check,

Run that, run that check, yeah

I said run that check

I've been fucked up

Broker than the brokest

Now my money long

Philly rolls and Royces

I was hearing voices

Feeling too wrong

Had to make some choices

That's a light bill

Got a Ear Drummer with a beat call it Mike Will

Yeah I'm Will to your Jada let the pipe kill

That's night skills

When me and your wife chill

She a light spill

When I'm getting my feels

Can't tell me I'm stupid

You can't tell me I'm broke

You can't tell me I'm a joke

I ain't never been no cupid

I've just been Pro-Fyl the G.O.A.T

It was murder that she wrote

When she go down town she choke

'Cause her throat I'm running through it

Pro!

All I want is cash

Diamonds 'round my neck

Blunts with some hash

Haters off my back

I want birds in the bath and groupies that want sex

I'ts time to do the math

Nigga I just want a check

I said run that check

Run that, run that check

Run that, run that check

Run that check,

Run that, run that check, yeah

I said run that check

Run that, run that check

Run that, run that check

Run that check,

Run that, run that check, yeah

I said run that check