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sauce walka - cash on me lyrics

[hook: sauce walka]
i got the cash on me
i got the cash, i got the cash on me
i got the cash on me
i got the cash, i got the cash on me
i got a bag on me
b-tches in the club tryna grab on me
n-ggas hating, they intimidated
just to tell the truth, i think they scared of me
i got the cash on me
i got the cash, i got the cash on me
i got the cash on me
i got the cash, i got the cash on me
i got a bag on me
b-tches in the club tryna grab on me
n-ggas hating, they intimidated
just to tell the truth, i think they scared of me

[verse 1: sancho saucy]
i got the cash on me
my money blue but the red flag on me
whole bunch of cash on me
n-gga i got your whole f-cking stash on me
got your b-tch want to suck my d-ck just because i’m rich, i let her gag on it
i just bought a mansion down in katy for my b-tch spent 30 bands on it
treat the choppa like a pillow, every time i go to sleep i be laying on it
n-ggas tripping tryna catch me slipping i’ma turn these n-ggas to a memory
i can’t see these n-ggas k!lling me
i’m taking flights out to italy
it take money just to go to war so you lil n-ggas shouldn’t mention me
come in here huncho sancho, i be breaking on these b-tches with my convo (whoa)
at the toyota center, watching rockets ball n-gga i’m sitting front row (whoa)
i can give a flight to james harden, i’m a living legend [?] michael jordan
i got the bag like santa, i just dumped the whole pint in my fanta

[verse 2: sauce walka]
i just bought a million dollar mansion realtor say she want ten percent
that’s a hundred thousand dollars, sh-t in two months i make that out a b-tch
sauce gotti yeah i’m really rich
same n-ggas made 2 legit
nah n-gga not mc hammer, the one that put white hoes in pajamas
sh-t the b-tch thought i was a falcon how fast i flew her -ss to atlanta
sent her -ss down to peachtree, told her “go and get me a 30 piece”
nah i ain’t talking about chicken, i’m talking about the presidents that ain’t living
sauce walka flow so nasty when i hit the beat it taste like chitlins
white b-tch with so much booty n-ggas like “how the b-tch ain’t brazilian?”
white ferrari squeeze out the garage looking like motherf-ckering cream filling
red-handed -ss rappers, yeah n-ggas we done caught all y’all stealing
but it never change how we living
now we flooding n-ggas with the dripping

- sauce walka lyrics

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