Goin’ Through It

(I really like to use Cash) Yeah, yeah, yeah And this is what it sound like when you thumbin' through it Call your bitch to give me top 'cause I've been goin' through it Why these niggas love to hate? Did I do somethin' to 'em? If you do not get no cake, then what the hell you doin'? Yeah Champagne, black bottle boy I don't drink it, but your ho do, so I keep some on me Pillow-talkin', that's a ho move I do what I want and you doin' what you told to Me and my niggas stick together like cold food Hood rich, blowin' food stamps up at Whole Foods My boy don't do music, but he got them pro tools He like to shoot, but he never seen a goal, dude (I really like to use Cash) Fuck your bitch, that's old news, I just hit the whole crew Woah, woah, woah This is what it sound like when you gettin' to the racks (Yeah) I just fucked your bitch, her pussy wet, come take her back The way I thumb through the check, you can tell I'm on deck (Yeah) Walk out with the bag, she can tell I like to shop Nigga called me for the juug, but I ain't even at the spot I done failed my driver's test, but I still pull off the lot And you know I keep that dirty, plus my boy, he got the mop (Yeah) Juug team, we just hit a lick for like ten bands Crip tips, I got thirty rounds in this F&N I love money and she love me too Blue hunnids in my pocket, dawg, I don't have a clue Real trapper, not a rapper, dawg, so I need the loot Bring your stick, I got two Fucked his bitch and now he blue I got racks and they brand new You shoot shots, but we can too They called cops but we ain't move We got money so we beat the case Flexin' them racks when I'm in their face And this is what it sound like when you thumbin' through it Call your bitch to give me top 'cause I've been goin' through it Why these niggas love to hate? Did I do somethin' to 'em? If you do not get no cake, then what the hell you doin'? Yeah (I really like to use Cash) Champagne, black bottle boy I don't drink it, but your ho do, so I keep some on me Pillow-talkin', that's a ho move I do what I want and you doin' what you told to Me and my niggas stick together like cold food Hood rich, blowin' food stamps up at Whole Foods My boy don't do music, but he got them pro tools He like to shoot, but he never seen a goal, dude Fuck your bitch, that's old news, I just hit the whole crew