Cash ft. (Prod. By AE Beats) Lyrics

When it was running smooth, it was cool, you was cool, you was all up in my face

Can't believe that you left when I needed you most, U was Ghost, M.I.A

Now all I have is some old folks talking about back in my day

As I fly down this highway, I pray I still got the debt on me I

( Still Got The... Dead On Me)

Still got the dead on me I

(Still got the.. dead on me)

Still got the dead on me,

(On me)

Stil got the dead on me,

(On me)

Say what you know bout writers block, you wanna scorch a couple pages

But can't focus cause you posted in your father's brother's basement

And you know the flow is cold, but they don't like the way you lay it

While they say it ain't gon' sell, you thinking fck up out my face

I'm on some sht now, can't wait to say that I'm rich now

With this style, And I ain't never had to switch sht round

This it now, ngga we making hit after hit now

It's big crowds bumping to everything that I spit now

It's just wild, two fingers turning into fist now

They pissed now, and the other hand got a brick now

No sit downs, ngga we standing up for this shit now

I'm just now, realizing all of this sht is rigged now

And this how, they keep my brother stuck in the bricks now

A fist drowns, the day I say I give up on this style

Repent now, father forgive me for all my sins now

I'm jumping off of the bridge now

Cash rules, everything around me, around me

Cash, cash, cash rooms, everything around me, around me

Cash, cash rooms, cash rooms, everything around me

cream get the money, dollar, dollar, dollar, dollar

Cash rooms, everything around me, around me