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732cash - suitcase (ft. chef) lyrics

(hook)

i can’t f-ck wit shawty cause she too fake
heard you got them thousand dollar mood swings
and them ladies love me like i’m cool j
how much racks can you fit inside the suitcase x1

(verse1) – cash

rocking maison martin to the shoelaces
said she like the pair with the blue suede
head game was fire girl ya too cray
left the p-ssy wet like a pool day
she gone throw it at me it’s a bouquet
& i don’t rock wit n-gg-s cause they fugaze
around a bunch dimes like i’m loose change
i ain’t wit the kissing grab the toothpaste
pack just arrived b-tch got butane
i had to pop a tab it’s time to mutate
gotta live it up before the due date
it’s conceited records we a new wave

(verse2) – chef

i get dollar signs b-tch boy i ain’t sweet
one hit to the cheek you’ll get put to sleep
you don’t want no smoke can’t beef wit no broke
she can’t answer dog got me down her throat
i keep the racks in the suitcase
the feds tryna build me a new case
this money ain’t nothing to play about
straight to the jaw like a toothache
i got that -ss in the backseat
shaking & making the coupe shake
n-gg-s know i ain’t no athlete
still taking cops on a foot race
i wake up and i get money everyday
you wake and act like being broke okay
that’s yo b-tch well i see her like everyday
she’s so freaky she be bussin’ like my k

(hook)

i can’t f-ck wit shawty cause she too fake
heard you got them thousand dollar mood swings
and them ladies love me like i’m cool j
how much racks can you fit inside the suitcase x1

- 732cash lyrics

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