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lil jay - cash lyrics

[hook x2]
everybody know #00 i got that bag
pockets stay filled with racks thats why my pants sag
fendi, gucci, prada h-ll yea i got that swag
it’s one thing i don’t play about and thats my cash

[verse 1]
everybody know #00 yea i got that bag
f-cking wit my bag then my shooters on yo -ss
i will never cuff a thot cause them b-tches straggs
middle fingers to you haters, all you n-ggas mad
i be bout my cash, i gets lots of dough
i be ridin’ in that foreigns, i f-ck lots of hoes
true religion this, fendi that, thats my clothes
and you know my n-ggas they be strapped just like girbauds
imma hitta were i’m from yeah i gots lots of rank
if worst come to worst, i might rob a bank
i go hard in the paint, i ain’t talkin’ flocka flame
yeah my name hold weight and thottianas give me brain

[hook]

[verse 2]
n-gga hold up, n-gga roll up one more blunt cause i’m losin my patience
i got shooters that a shoot ya with the rugers just to make they self famous
f-ck yal all you n-ggas can’t stop me cause you lame -ss n-ggas hatin’
and my flow so f-ckin’ hot, you would think i was possessed by satan
my n-ggas do this sh-t, yeah we bout that life
if you owe a n-gga money, then you better pay that price
it’s a sos on yo head, and thats shoot on sight
i got lil n-ggas that’ll get you gone just to get some stripes
my swag up b-tch get that, that lame sh-t ain’t wit that
yo b-tch? yeah i hit that and split that like a kit kat
all i know is get stacks and spend that and get back
if a n-gga holdin onto work then the goofy n-gga gon’ get jacked

- lil jay lyrics

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