Cash Rules

[Verse 1: Young Scooter] All these labels keep calling, I won't pick up the phone [?] off the phone Give me a 6 figure, that's what my niggas'll do You know I love my nigga Blunt like OG love Dude A nigga disrespect my name, I put a show on your crew 15 Freebandz, life over with you Ain't no bounce back fuck nigga, automatic for you I'm an automatic plug, I got whatever for you I'm a real trap addict, got dope boy habbits Used to buy 50 slabs, now I'm real boss statis Anything I fucking own, you know my niggas can have it Full throttle in the streets, I make more money than a rapper [Chorus: Young Thug] You know cash rules everything in my facility And the OG Kush I smoke smell like chilly You know I'm going straight to that paper No panic, I'll get to it now not later Get straight to it like I'm posed to Pull off in that old school, 442 and a 223 I heard them niggas were looking for me Pulled off and they no OG I turn around like whoa whoa whoa Don't spill my color purple no ceiling [Verse 2: OG Boo Dirty] A hundred thousand cash money, no Birdman 4 O's took bout 4 birds, man To my niggas, I'll never trade or switch hands Your mob the army He shooting like Afghanistan And I'm the captain of my soldiers, like lieutenant [?] A hundred drinks touchdown brand for brand Young CEO, looking at stupid duke While you go back in the streets, I gotta feed the troops [?] Fuck these hoes, MOB We rich [?] don't need no beef Cash rules everything around me Call me lieutenant G, but shit not the rapper They both selling, i get them gone like my name casper [Chorus: Young Thug] You know cash rules everything in my facility And the OG Kush I smoke smell like chilly You know I'm going straight to that paper No panic, I'll get to it now not later Get straight to it like I'm posed to Pull off in that old school, 442 and a 223 I heard them niggas were looking for me Pulled off and they no OG I turn around like whoa whoa whoa Don't spill my color purple no ceiling [Verse 3: Young Thug] So you know I smash on them Bout anything, I heard you graduated, but you lost your brain No not my all out there, but I'm gone leave more stains than an OG murder scene Cases smashed down broady, jose You let him get away, we gotta get around broady You posed to let a nigga get away from you When I let that chopper spit, no Stevie Wonder, but it sounds like the blues You know OG Boo Dirty I heard you were dirty Oh my god, let a dirty nigga get splurging You know what that mean, bodies get discouraged I roll P, SML, 1017 got birds [Chorus: Young Thug] You know cash rules everything in my facility And the og Kush I smoke smell like chilly You know I'm going straight to that paper No panic, I'll get to it now not later Get straight to it like I'm posed to Pull off in that old school, 442 and a 223 I heard them niggas were looking for me Pulled off and they no Og I turn around like whoa whoa whoa Don't spill my color purple no ceiling