cash fell out it Lyrics

I miss you, miss you, miss you, miss you, miss you, baby, but I don't want to lease you baby

Etch a sketch in my mind, but I can shake it off

Putting water in the tank and then I'm fucking taking off, man

Manage the whole league, like I'm Eric Bischoff

Got the whole jar, like you got the cookie biscoff

Seven leagues under, you got me pissed off

Ocean gate type implosion

Hosing off my fucking glass in the morning

I can't see shit, my lens is frozen

I'm Walking around the city like I'm Holden Caulfield

Talking shit like I'm Holden Caulfield

That foo's disgusting, he just smoked 4 pills

Your house can't move, but it's mobile

Rolling like a semi, but I'm on seventh wheel

I'm in the seventh ring of hell, bitch, I got free will

Bitch, one day I'll have one meal

Another day I'll have three meals

Antioch, got you spinning like a windmill

Yeah, that really happened, bitch, this is not a drill

Judge in my favor, yeah, I'll win appeal

2XL, but the bitch say I got sex appeal

Shawty trying to cop a feel

This rare over here, you can't find it there

Static like a model, I ain't move my fixture

Brand new in the box, I'm action figure

Move my posture, new today, but I'm used tomorrow

Got a ton of cargo, you can fill an auto

Internet Gestapo, CCP on my IP

You can't own that, I got no ID

On her backside like a CVV

Scratch my disc, no DVD

Can't fix you, I can't fix me

Stop all my moves like I'm Dexter you DeeDee

You see 3D, I live 5d

This my whole life, that's your hobby

Rolling in the city, hopping trolleys

I'm in the Saks Fifth like it's good for my health

Daily making moves that is good for my wealth

Snake, I got slugs moving slowly and stealth

Jeff Bezos, all these books make me money

I ain't got a hive, but we making some honey

Bitch, I ain't got no money

Don't be asking me for shit, I ain't an ATM

I'm trying to be 4PF, you know what I'm saying

You know what? I guess that's the hardest part