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van buren records – cash rules lyrics

[intro: luke bar$]
brr!
that boy aziz be goin’ crazy

[verse 1: luke bar$]
labels wanna sign me, boy they better bring the brinks trunk
all my dawgs shooting like andrei kirilienko
b+tch i keep the bl!cky, yeah, right inside in the peacoat
i don’t want no problems dawg, i’m really bout peace tho’
say my name correctly dawg, i don’t play that sh+t bro
got a couple b+tch n+ggas right on my hit list
we can say some names, we can way more specific
why you got grown men walking with loose lips?
don’t throw stones, boy, you gotta glass jaw
talk all that sh+t, then you hide behind it all
write that sh+t in stone, it was written, word to nas
i’ll be on my toes ’til the day my heart drops
really im a hot hеad, don’t you make me pop off
really i’vе been waiting just to get you knocked off
i was on my ass, all you did was close palm
that’s why you be distant, cos’ you know that sh+t was wrong

[refrain: saint lyor]
i could sign your dad n+gga, i could sign your ass too
hunnid on the dash too, cash rules, cash rules
hunnid on the dash too, cash rules, cash rules
[verse 2: felix!]
uh
how it go, i buy the store up for the f+ck of it
bora bora, pouring more up for the f+ck of it
copping more, hold the door, i might flood the wrist
time to go up, hit a stain, then i doubled it
it be cold as minnesota, we be huddled up
pint of soda, diri kole and a snapper fish
that’s my cousin, don’t encourage, he get mad as sh+t
california, i got shooters just like halliburton
you get buried, put you outta service, honda swerving
almost hit the curb and switching lanes, was riding dirty
been up early, since like 7:30, bands is coming
gang, quintuple digits if you want some verses
off a mixtape, getting love from dublin
aye, lil haiti, got my zoes in florida
aye, it’s getting crazy, strap my boots, they prada
aye, couldn’t pay me to be you, i promise

[refrain: saint lyor]
i could sign your dad n+gga, i could sign your ass too
hunnid on the dash too, cash rules, cash rules (take it all back, i got all my money on vb, n+gga)
hunnid on the dash too, cash rules, cash rules

[verse 3: jiles & saint lyor]
all whites, got 2 wears
got 2 pairs as i hit dice
late night, bring the hookah out
oppositions wanna shoot it out
summer time, gotta lay low
that heat coming like a set stove
2 bands and a metro, catch ’em lacking at the citgo
my based fit is white tee, a dodger fitted, some nikes
n+ggas need to bring beepers back
champ hoodies and adidas tags
chopper touch him like he playing tag
lost one, watch me double that (yea)
you nice n+ggas gon’ finish last (yea)
real n+gga, im’ma be that
[refrain: saint lyor]
i could sign your dad n+gga, i could sign your ass too
hunnid on the dash too, cash rules, cash rules

[verse 4: saint lyor]
cross me that’s a bad move
i pull up, it’s bad news
orgy in the bathroom
suck me like a vacuum
she puttin up stats too
i know big brother watching, that’s why i move stealthy
she say my nut taste like water, that why i eat healthy
all that chattin’ ain’t gon’ help yo’ pockets if you ask me
meanwhile, i be running up a check just like a track meet

[break: andrew regis & aziztheshake]
oh man, i feel nice
yo, ‘ziz, punch me in real quick
i got you, drew, i got you, drew

[refrain: saint lyor & aziztheshake]
hunnid on the dash too, cash rules, cash rules (go in!)

[verse 5: andrew regis]
feel my texture
beat drop, my neck hurt
y’all know where the heat at
ay, aziz, i might need that (brr!)
i need that next gen
ps5 on a jump jet
pocket watching from the ground floor
d+mn i know you little upset
bring the heat like a groundhog
shortys bout to be my downfall
d+mn, i really don’t know y’all
get to stepping out the front door
d+mn y’all really philistines
friends of foes is a friend of mine
finna blow like a landmine
pocket rockets, it’s game time
it’s game time, woah
[refrain: saint lyor & luke bar$]
i could sign your dad n+gga, i could sign your ass too
hunnid on the dash too, cash rules, cash rules (brr!)
hunnid on the dash too, cash rules, cash rules

[verse 6: meech bold]
where you at, baby
i been thinking about cash lately
chewed gum with annihilators
‘94, been a mad baby
i don’t need to buy raf baby
i was born fly, been a bad baby
being honest, been tapped, baby
im’ma go ghost like pat swayze
i can tell the difference, real n+ggas move in silence
i can tell you people who be lying change the topic
i can tell a fat ass way it moves, man, i’m a monster
way that meechie rappin’ on this sh+t, he need a sponsor
vb n+ggas in your town, it’s going down , that’s how it supposed to be
you can just tell by the sound, in your background, we ain’t approach our peak
facts
my fault, my bad
money making off an ipad
couple business deals, we decline that
trying to own sh+t, on my own sh+t
build up a network, own my own sh+t
and you ‘so sick, like ’06
at a dead end, and you hopeless
getting roped in some bullsh+t
about your best friend and some hoe chick
i don’t give a f+ck hoe!
whip the coupe like a truck hoe
pushing up like a muscle

[refrain: saint lyor & luke bar$]
i could sign your dad n+gga, i could sign your ass too
hunnid on the dash too, cash rules, cash rules (brr!)
cash rules

[outro: aziztheshake & luke bar$]
big vb
aziz!
aziztheshake
we takin’ this sh+t over, my n+gga
big new england sh+t (brr)

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