CASH RULEZ ft. ImSam Lyrics

Yeah

Yeah

Deep Cut

Niggas talkin puttin dollar signs on ya head

But can't seem to put a single cent in your hands

Paid em no attention helped me hoard a couple bands

Magic city better tune in to the weatherman

Watch me do my lil dance

Lax in my demeanor turn her to my only fan

I can be myself at any function or event

I can't stand these niggas always tryna play pretend

Thinking they the star like this ain't my fucking band

It's kinda far fetched but tell em catch me if you can

Autumn 24 they let my sister out the can

Peace amongst the stress but now it's back to fucking plans

What the plan is

Turn a rubber band to 100 bands

Then I'd run amok like a bandit

Off of wordplay on a canvas

Where's my applause

The brains behind the operation truant to a campus

DEEP CUT

Cash rules everything around me so she cream on it

Thumbin thru these dolla dolla bills'll make her sing on it

Keep the footage rollin Shooting shit we film a scene on it

Married to the game Bitch I'd never put a ring on it (Ring on it?)

Never drop a dime but let the singles hit

If they serving beef I'll probably put a lil cheese on it

Give me any beat and bitch you know I'm stamping DEEP on it

I'm straight to the chicken coupe like everyday is Friday

And you know that I'm Usher baby

It's my way or the highway

I'm pulling out of the driveway

I'm drinking driving sideways

Every time she put it in my hands TGI my day

Baby gave me 314 like it was Pi Day

My girl bad as fuck they all want her

I gotta hide bae

Baby always wet for me like a waterpark on a dry day

When I was young I hit a lick or two I know how crime pays

I swear I would still see money with a blind face

I swear I only eat 10's I tell you how a dime taste

I don't want the bag I want the blue strips that's inside

She my girl but not all the way guess that's my midwife

I been known to cause a crisis baby call me midlife

Like Uncle Phil I'm all about my banks yeah I'm the big guy

I swear the day you see me go broke you'll see a pig

I'm never outta pocket I got blue strips on the inside

Haha yeah

Cash rules everything around me so she cream on it

Thumbin thru these dolla dolla bills'll make her sing on it

Keep the footage rollin Shooting shit we film a scene on it

Married to the game Bitch I'd never put a ring on it (Ring on it?)

Never drop a dime but let the singles hit

If they serving beef I'll probably put a lil cheese on it

Give me any beat and bitch you know I'm stamping DEEP on it