Cash

[Verse 1: P Wild] Okay, I started out flexin', ended up finessin' 28 rims with the grams, diamonds bustin' All I know is work, watch me twerk with the work Watch me drop a couple blocks Wash your block with the gloc Got some bitches on my block, thats gon' set your ass up Got some shooters on my roster, bet they'll wet your ass up These bitches call me thirsty, I got liquor in my cup These niggas think they trapping, but they barley making bucks I'm a Sluttyboy baby, all you niggas know whats up All that talking out your mouth is gon get you tossed up in the trunk I'm with lightshow, Wild, and Chief Keef. GBE, and SB My real live niggas from the South Side, back to North East [Chorus: Lightshow] I like my bitches with an ass on them She want a nigga with some cash on him But I ain’t spending cash on her Unless I'm in the strip club throwing cash on her We play with choppas, don’t get chopped up Sucka' niggas can't eat, get that gwaup up Keep your box, get that top up I'm a flex till I’m dead, I ain’t locked up [Verse 2: Dew baby] Adidas in Atlanta I'm in L.A. kissin' Ella Diamonds in my pinky and my chain sit on my belly The shit my shooters shootin' leave you shakin' like a dancer And if you niggas want some smoke, you're not gon' get the cancer Run em down, gun sound, yellow tape, no escape I break the whole thing down and bag the shit that’s on the plate Money chase the bitches, bitches got to chase the money I pulled up in the Chrysler just to keep that shit 3 hunna (BEEP) Icy like the winter but I'm shinning like the summer And we don’t go nowhere without the sticks we like some drummers Crack just like a plumber, shootin' pistols like they're jumpers I don’t know what niggas doing, but I know we doing numbers [Verse 3: Meatchi] All right, I like my bitches with an ass on em Who like your bitches to fuck and you spend them bands on her This niggas tripping and flipping like they some damn quarters Fifty ass niggas drown, they can hold they water Go get that top pried, 30 make their heart stop With no love, lost my heart, cold like my damn watch These niggas faggies I hate em, get out my damn car I got a bitch who suck my dick and then she want to rock These bitches love me and love me, I see why niggas haten' And Toby told me kill it, keep them patiently waiting Cause he'll be home soon, bitch its coming real soon And everybody screaming “BEEF,” wondering what we doin' to him [Chorus: Lightshow] I like my bitches with an ass on them She want a nigga with some cash on him But I ain’t spending cash on her Unless I'm in the strip club throwing cash on her We play with choppas, don’t get chopped up Sucka' niggas can't eat, get that gwaup up Keep your box, get that top up I'm a flex till I’m dead, I ain’t locked up [Verse 4: Lightshow] BITCH Yeah you babber with the headlight She ask if that’s the shit I like, bitch you damn right! I'm that nigga, I'm that nigga, had to say it twice Middle finger to them blue, white, and them red lights They say I came up, they say my name poppin' Now niggas sneak dissin', but they name droppin' They say that Sluttyboyz game poppin' And GBE real life, losing ain’t an option We winning bitch, we fucking up We bout that check so she gon' fuck with us I ain’t with that sucka' stuff I go get that bag just to fuck it up [Verse 5: Chief Keef] Ayy, hoes like a nigga with some racks on him If I was to go broke I'd pull my mask on em Take him down for his kilos and his marijuana Sucka' niggas can't eat, we gon' smash on him Bitch I only like the ass on ya She gave me top, she let me splash on her She know I ain’t spending cash on her But I be counting a lot of bands on her Hop up in my foreign, do the dash on her Heat up in my reach, Imma spaz on em All my niggas savages, don’t make em blast on you And they gon' leave some toe tags on you (HAWH?) [Chorus: Lightshow] I like my bitches with an ass on them She want a nigga with some cash on him But I ain’t spending cash on her Unless I'm in the strip club throwing cash on her We play with choppas, don’t get chopped up Sucka' niggas can't eat, get that gwaup up Keep your box, get that top up I'm a flex till I’m dead, I ain’t locked up