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mjpaid & fordio - never stop cashin lyrics

[intro]
(d+mn, jakesand)

[verse 1: fordio]
41’ll never stop cashin’, n+ggas still card crackin’
how he always got the muddy on him?
the only tears you see is on my jacket, n+ggas be hustlin’ backwards
n+ggas ain’t talkin’ no cheese so i don’t speak
don’t see no need
know i’ma get it by all means
ain’t give me sh+t, but when they down, bet they call me
[?] rental be out of town probably all week
left that ho right where we met, she wasn’t on my speed
might slime you out thinkin’ back ’bout key
no cap
n+gga ain’t stamped, show me your receipts
would you believe what i did with sheets?
last time i checked, n+gga, it was peak, so it ain’t nevеr beef
even if i teach you game, you wouldn’t know what i mеan
what i’m sippin’ purple mud, but my roll green
sh+t, can’t even tell, out my way, feel like the own team
can’t complain ’bout this cheese ’cause it’s all free

[verse 2: prince jefe]
i sent the last one out, this one all me
groupie hoes got me in they chat, i’m f+ckin’ all three
fordi meet me at the cash and i’m bangin’ all these
the feds come and pick you up, b+tch, don’t involve me
bro blew a ticket a johnny dang, we don’t talk cheap
hundred days, hundred nights, blow house bangin’ all week
i know what it is, i play like i don’t peep
you gotta watch who you put in the bag, see
i let the youngins take him down, he tried to tax me
in the l!cks burnin’ it down, get to the chicken like zaxbys
[verse 3: mjpaid]
know this b+tch, she goin’, why she actin’ like she classy?
how you chasin’ b+tches but you chasin’ money lastly?
put ten thousand in the air just like the last week
i can’t take this b+tch too serious, her bag cheap
i’m backstage with two groupie b+tches, it’s a tag team
out in phili’, quick to score on drank just like i’m axy
specialize in bases and them bins, ain’t gotta ask me
i’m not introducing myself to her, let the cash speak
before i get up off this b+tch, it’s my last thing
specialize in makin’ b+tches sad like the last hymn
my n+gga times quick to slash like the half sling
every n+gga got a pound, we don’t pass weed

- mjpaid fordio lyrics

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