Futurama

[Intro]

(Izze The Producer)

(ChaseTheMoney, ChaseTheMoney)

[Chorus]

Ooh, cash, cash, give me the cash

Goin' so fast, I might fuck up the dash

(Wait, what? Hmm, it's me)

Ooh, splash, splash, diamonds on splash

Lookin' so clear that my ass is a glass

(Drip, drip, is that glass on your neck right there?)

Ooh, trash, trash, these bitches is trash

You fucked my brothers and let 'em all smash

(You a ho, you a ho, you a ho, you a ho)

What? Ask, ask, please do not ask

Talkin' behind me, then I might just crash

(Man, I don't know shit, don't ask me no mothafuckin' questions)

Bitch, what?

[Verse]

My foreign no rental, bitch, you had potential

Suck a dick, yeah, it's all in your mental

They're takin' notes, no pen and pencil

Knock on my door, you will not enter

Can't trust that bitch, you find her, I'll tend her

Yeah, can't trust these bitches, they all some pretenders

Pull up on a nigga, make him surrender

Yeah, I feel on her titties, she say that shit tender

Eat up a beat just like it is dinner

I can't come in second, I'm always the winner

Yeah, I say my prayers, I know I'm a sinner

Futurama, baby, I'm gonna bend her

You hit her, I quit her

No matter the gender, I'll fuck her, then send her

Bitch, I ain't your vendor, you was a contender

I'm not an offender, your bitch a attender

[Chorus]

Ooh, cash, cash, give me the cash

Goin' so fast, I might fuck up the dash

(Wait, what? Hmm, it's me)

Ooh, splash, splash, diamonds on splash

Lookin' so clear that my ass is a glass

(Drip, drip, is that glass on your neck right there?)

Ooh, trash, trash, these bitches is trash

You fucked my brothers and let 'em all smash

(You a ho, you a ho, you a ho, you a ho)

What? Ask, ask, please do not ask

Talkin' behind me, then I might just crash

(Man, I don't know shit, don't ask me no mothafuckin' questions)

Bitch