Ketchup & Mustard ft. Ca$h Lyrics

I stay fresh as fuck, the fit designer I step out the hoes watchin

He got a Glock but he a minor, He say he rich, I know he lyin

I ran it up, I'm still grindin' So I guess it's perfect timing

And I know he rock fake diamonds All this ice, it changed the climate

All my bitches be the finest We just fuck, don't go on dates

She ask me what I want for dinner Baby, I just want your face

I won't stop, I ain't got no breaks They won't never see my plates

Bitch, I only bank with Chase So don't ask me what I make

Ain't gotta ask me if I'm straight My pocket stay filled with some paper

It's money on the floor, I'm on the way And I ain't comin' late

She get to askin' for some money Tell her no, she gotta wait

It's nothin' else for me to do So I'ma drop a fit today

The Bentley so motherfuckin' big Can't park inside the driveway

I ran this shit up like it's nothin' You be ballin' on the budget

My niggas shoot with no discussion Play catch up, I get the mustard

He sip drink and his cup muddy It's expensive, so don't touch it

But I had to slow it down Like I did a turnaround

I was six when I turned savage That's why I said I'm my chain

I'm the boss of CMF Bitch come in here and kiss my ring

Yesterday we played the box The other day was Johnny Dane

Glocky soundin' like a chopper Pull the trigger, Ba-Da-Bang

When you caught up in that room Bitch, you better not say my name

You better stay up on my way Cause I put choppers to your face

I'm havin' withdrawals from that lean Can't leave the house without my drank

We just fuckin' at the moment Why you tryna be my bae

All my opps ain't been on shit Cause I know where they mamas stay

Bitch, I know where you lay your head Put that Glocky in this window

Spray that bitch all in his bed You don't see me on my block

Cause I been duckin' from the feds I kill shit when I be sober

I don't need to pop a med I told my bitch I was a reaper

Close my eyes and I see red Dead faces in my dreams

Got me clutchin' in the bed I know I'm paranoid and I'm scared now

Demons in my head now, I got bitches on my dick

Ever since I grew my dreads out

You got some paper and whip a band out

These bitches be so fanned out And niggas wanna hand out

Im the opposite, I stand out These niggas call me weird

Cause I do shit that make me bands now Look at my bitch, she's banded up

On lean, I'm barely standin' up You said that that's a bitch

Well, I'm a pimp, I get my mans to fuck He tried to run off with it

Like the flash, but he wasn't fast enough This fit cost ten, bitch, come and add it up

It's a camera when I'm baggin' up It's cameras when we bag it up

Hit the mansion, then we add it up