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tekyume - cash! lyrics

[intro: tekyume]
ayy (yeah) okay
d-mn daddy, hotwheelz got sauce (ayy)
grandmastafunk in this b-tch
this finna be trash

[chorus: tekyume]
cash, i told her that i want the cash
we shootin’, y’all doin’ the dash
y’all runnin’, but not to the bag
i got a lil’ shawty, she bad
i told her go buy her a bag
cause i got the cash
cash, cash, cash, cash
okay, i want the cash
we shootin’, y’all doin’ the dash
y’all runnin’, but not to the bag
i got a lil’ shawty, she bad
i told her go buy her a bag
cause i got the cash
cash, cash

[verse 1: tekyume]
i cannot smash her cause i am celibate
she say i’m minty just like a peppermint
just got a new girl and she is heaven sent
she say i’m magic [?]
i’m at the top, just like the president
just bought a new crib, now i’m the resident
just bought a new whip just for the h-ll of it, ayy, ayy, ayy
he wanted beef, so i’m cookin’ like a pot roast
[?] yo’ girl is a thot though
[?] just like i’m a pot hole
[?] always on auto
ice is so cold, just like the north pole
i got cash, just look at my bankroll, ayy, ayy, yeah

[chorus: tekyume]
cash, cash, i told her that i want the cash
we shootin’, y’all doin’ the dash
y’all runnin’, but not to the bag
i got a lil’ shawty, she bad
i told her go buy her a bag
cause i got the cash
cash, cash

[verse 2: blocboy jb]
this sh-t get better than ever
i’m rockin’ that prada, i’m down with the devil
you diss the gang you goin’ down with the metal
we pull up with glocks and we shoot at whoever
f-cked on your b-tch the first night i met her
when i brush my t–th, but the strap on the dresser
you take her to eat, i take her to pleasure
she eat on this d-ck till her problem gets settled
sippin’ on lean like its alcohol
n-gga diss the block, hit him, make him fall
we choppin’ sh-t up like a saw
know i keep ’em crips on my call
if a n-gga down bad, know a n-gga got that hammer
we gon’ nail a n-gga -ss to the wall
we be hittin’ ’em l!cks and all
from the bando to the mall
[?]
we was three deep with ’em choppas in the f-ckin’ backseat
freaky b-tch on go, when she gone on the road
all she wanna do is go get geeked
n-gga afraid like the first day of school in this b-tch
in a foreign started diggin’ [?]
if you hang with an opp then that boy is deceased
put a hole in his top now he top but [?]

- tekyume lyrics

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